Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2020/05/14/michelin-starred-inn-uses-mann.html
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How is this less weird?
It isn’t in D.C. It’s in a small town roughly an hour and a half outside of D.C.
It’s like a Museum of the Before Times, for our descendants to wonder at the people’s exposed faces and close proximity.
“I’ll have what he’s having.”
Ah. That’s what struck me as odd about the article. Much less weird now
I ate there once, on a corporate dime, and can testify that that food is very very good, and dinner will run over $200/plate, probably more with alcohol. At those prices, I suspect they can afford to run at half capacity.
Aw, the cities are so quiet now, the mannequins are wandering out of the Twilight Zone!
Those seem to be some fancy duds they just had kicking around.
Totally unrelated note: I would love to take my wife there, and make them sit us at a table with a mannequin couple. It would make for some great dinner schtick.
Apparently the mannequins are getting table service:
“According to Washingtonian, servers will be expected to interact with the mannequins, including speaking to them and pouring wine for them — likely not the vintages priced at several thousand dollars on the Inn’s wine list.” -WTOP
Careful the mannequins don’t stiff you on the tip!
My first thought on seeing the headline: “this is straight out of the Twilight Zone”!
Well, since retail is dead, we may as well recycle the mannequins. Fill the theaters, concert halls, stadiums…
If I lived anywhere nearby, I would storm through the door at peak dinner hour, stride up to the most glamorous mannequin, shout “It’s over between us! OVER!” throw a glass of water in its face, and storm back out.
Dinner and a show!
Cynthia and Lester Gaba would feel right at home.
I immediately thought of the “jackpot” as described in William Gibson’s “The Peripheral.”
The ‘woman’ on the left is lvanka.
They won’t let you in if you don’t resemble a glamorous mannequin.