10 Reasons Why

10 Items on the Menu at the Neurotica Café

Neurotica Cafe

  Here at the Neurotica Café, we offer a full dining experience to ensure that you have the most emotionally-appropriate meal you have ever had. We accept all major credit cards and most insurance plans. Reservations are strongly suggested, both mentally and physically.

1. The Passive-Aggressive Patty Melt

The server will lovingly take your order, and then tell you that it’s all going to your hips anyway so you might as well eat a buffalo. When your drink arrives, there will only be one ice cube and seven straws. The server will gently place the glass on a perfectly-positioned coaster, and then knock the thing over, soaking your crotch. After cautiously dabbing at your personal region with a soft and fluffy towel, the server will then backhand you and talk disparagingly about your failures in life.

The burger has been specially seasoned so that the first bite is absolutely scrumptious, with the next being disgusting and vile. Half of the fries will be mushy and wet, with the other half being burnt to a crispness that can put your eye out, and all of them will coo at you lovingly until you try to pick them up and then they run. As you prepare to leave, the server will scoop up your tip and thank you graciously, then turn to the side, spit on the floor, and proclaim “you are dead to me now!”

Served with an edible copy of Deleria Weakstrong’s “You Are So Pretty but I Still Want to Cut You.”

2. The Co-Dependent Cobb Salad

This delicious salad has lots of colorful ingredients that light up when you look their way, but grow dark and despondent when you talk to anyone else at the table. The lettuce leaves will not leave you alone no matter what you do. The salad dressing is very sticky and you will not be able to wash it off your hands. And the croutons are actually tiny voice recorders that constantly ask “what are you doing?” and “where have you been?”

Served with cling peaches.

3. The Wanton Wonton Soup

This steaming soup will be unable to remain faithful, trying to serve itself to everyone else at your table. The soup wants all the boys in her yard, and cannot stop herself from offering free samples to anyone with a pulse. She will get drunk on soy sauce and dance on the table wearing nothing but diced green onion. When you return from the bathroom, you will find that the wonton soup has become egg drop soup, but she won’t know who the Baby Daddy is.

Served with condoms.

4. The Reclusive Reuben

This elusive sandwich is only briefly on the menu, usually late at night. Most of the time, however, we only serve rumors about the sandwich, since most of us have never actually seen it. It’s been said that the sandwich once appeared in black-and-white movies back in the day, achieving major stardom, but then retired from public view while still in her prime rib. She rarely grants interviews and has her sauerkraut discreetly delivered in unmarked packages.

Served with a GPS device.

5. The Obsessive-Compulsive Omelet

This tasty breakfast favorite is actually available all day long, because the omelet is unable to stop scrambling itself. Whilst the dish is on your table, there will be constant slicing, dicing and whisking. The server will only allow you to take one small sip from your beverage glass before she will refill it. And when the check comes, you will have to keep paying the tab until the credit card machine explodes.

Served with a pogo stick.

6. The Paranoid Pork Chops

This dish actually will not leave the kitchen, terrified that he will be accosted by unsavory condiments before the server can make it to your table. The dish is deathly afraid of heat, frying pans and boiled water, so we’re not sure why it even lives in the kitchen, yet it does, constantly screaming at sudden noises and diving into the cabbage bin. This dish is a good selection for dieting diners, as you will never get to actually eat it.

Served with mixed vegetables spelling out “We know what you did”.

7. The Split-Personality Pea Soup

Three different servers will surround your table, each of them pretending that they don’t know the others are there. It doesn’t matter what you order, because when they finally come back to the table, they will have things that are not on the menu. Each of them will tell vague, hazy stories about what transpired when they were away, filled with memory gaps and phrases like “and then I woke up and I was wearing a tutu” or “I don’t know what happened to the toaster”. After settling the tab, don’t wait for your change. They won’t remember where your table is or who you are.

Served with your choice of sides: Joanne Woodward or Sally Field.

8. The Sociopathic Stew

Your server will have a hard time taking your order because they never learned to be concerned about the needs of other people. They will be very rude, and will not understand when you try to point out that maybe they shouldn’t be denying the rights of the other dinner guests. When your stew arrives, the server will pour it on the floor (“they can’t have it if I can’t, even though I don’t really want it”), throw your homemade rolls across the room (“the butter comes from socialist cows”), and then wave about an unread copy of The Constitution, the seal and the comprehension unbroken. Then they will walk out the door and join the Tea Party.

Served with amazement that some parts of the country are still banging on rocks.

9. The Deep-Dish Depression Apple Pie

No one will come to your table to see how you are doing. Ever. Then the building will burn down. We only have one of these in stock, for obvious reasons.

Served with imaginary friends and a sense of self-worth.

10. The Deranged Dumplings

This is our special feast for twelve or more guests. As you munch on boiled dough dripping with grease and gravy, our entire staff will do a line dance consisting of intricate choreography celebrating the wonders of a beautiful mind that is not so pretty anymore. During the rousing finale of the floor show, members of the audience will have the opportunity to stand up, yell out where they are from, and then proudly announce what mental conditions they’ve been convinced that they suffer from. Prizes will be given for the most creatively disturbed. Therapists will be on hand for the losing participants who can’t handle rejection without being extremely dramatic. Bring your friends!

Served with straight-jackets, sample prescriptions, and a personalized pill box that will play Tori Amos songs when you open it.

 

Thank you for dining with us at the Neurotica Café. Please be sure to tip your server, since the government basically allows us to pay them nothing and they sure would like to make enough gas money to get home tonight. Cheers!

 

(Originally published in “The Sound and the Fury” on 07/02/10. Revised and updated with extra flair for this post.)

 

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    • We aim to please. (And you apparently do as well.) We can make all the dumplings you need. I’m assuming that you would prefer our twice-baked dumplings, which have an extra-firm exterior and make a pleasant thunking sound when you bean annoying people who are trying to make the situation all about them… 😉

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    • This all depends on your beverage of choice. If you are sipping one of our low-revenue soft drinks, our servers will most likely ignore your basic needs. But if you have made a selection from the rip-off alcoholic menu, we will satisfy your every whim, short of actual nudity or the introduction of farm animals. Unless you order top shelf, then all bets are off at that point…

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    • Thank you, Margo! I really appreciate it when folks share my things. (Wait, that sounds a little bit unchaste, but you know what I mean.) I just did a drive-by on your blog, and it appears that I am seriously behind in reading your latest material. This is inexcusable. I plan to brew a big pot of coffee in the morning and take care of my indiscretions…

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  1. I’ll have the Passive-Aggressive Patty Melt. I’m sure it will taste lovely…even though it looks like someone has done a whoopsie in a shoe.
    This had me in tears of laughter. I love you…now you’re dead to me…

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    • I seriously wet myself when I read that last bit. Of course, I tend to do that a lot more as the years beat my aging body into submission, but still, you crack me up. I’m so glad that kismet led us to each other. I love you, too. Now pay my bills and make those tele-marketers stop calling… 😉

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      • Oh Brian, you’re so adorable…when you’re not sucking the life’s blood out of my marrow. Who else can I be so passive aggressive to…obviously people more worthy of my attentions, but you’re still my number one. 🙂

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  2. They all sound deliciously diabolical -I’m pretty sure I’ve had the Apple Pie somewhere, even though they didn’t call it that, and in fat I never did get it, but they certainly modeled their service on your description.

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