I eat a lot of Thai. I'm just gonna guess, based on the waiter's skin tone and chest hair, that My Thai is not the best restaurant in town.
Well, Eshtelle, this is what you asked for. Now sit back and watch the damage unfold.Somebody should say, "What do you know about being a real man?" But I'm not sure who. Probably Irish, because Yak Guy seems too laid back to be offended by Wilbur's drunken macho belligerence. He seems to be more bemused than anything.With the pineapple on the menu and the waiter's Hawaiian shirt, maybe they should have named it My HI. -- Scottie McW.
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled"Goofus And Gallant Go Out For Dinner".Tofu pad thai...Ha! That sissy food?What?Real men tofu!Gotten into?
Just about every body part on every male in this panel could use a hairnet.
Whew! I'm of hook from Wilbur's gender attacks. My favorite is Masaman Curry Tofu. Pad Thai is for sissies!? "Feh!', says Zak, "SIX stars!"@Nance: Heh! Goofus & Gallant.
Zak should have said "The only men here are me and the waiter, baldo."I am disappointed at JB. I was dying to see herinterpetation of an Asian person would be. Judging from the headless waiter, he is more of the caucasian persuasion.Panel two: It appears the headless waiter bolted from the disaster that is unfolding without taking anymore orders.Estelle looks so defeated in panel two. She must feel like a total failure. Disastrous Silverdater dates, giving a grifter 10K and now Wilbur. She just needs to say the heck with it and become a crazy cat lady.What's gotten into Wilbur? I'd say a whole bottle of Macallan 12 purple drank, that's what.I usually hate Wilbur because he's such a repulsive, conceited idiot, but I'm loving this Wilbur. Maybe he should stay drunk. He's much more entertaining.
Panel 2 is a classic. Not only do we have Zak's cool zipper shirt, we have a flower that appears to be trying to escape its vase and move to another table, and Wilbur's hand, which appears to be drunker than he is. And the hopeless, defeated expression on Estelle's face provides a perfect finish.Bravo for Michael's hairnet comment.
Nance, your haiku title is the best! Everything I know about civility I learned from Highlights.
Looks like the waiter didn't have time to change clothes after playing paintball. And Wilbur decided to Thai one on before even arriving at the restaurant. Full speed ahead, dude. Show that sissy Zak just how aggro you. The ladies will be impressed, too.
I just had a terrible thought that Wilbur will have an epiphany during dinner, realizing that's he's been a jerk, immediately apologize to everyone and then change his ways.
Here we see Wilbur calling Zak a 'soy boy,' but in a literal and long-winded way...Excellent haiku #realmentofu(this blog and you all are wonderful - just had to jump in today!)
Nance, Goofus and Gallant: hahahahahaha etc.!Regarding the waiter: now we know what became of Jerry, formerly of Jerry’s Sandwich Shop.
I can't wait until Wilbur tries to order the แซนวิชแฮม
I don't know how drunk you have to be to think making fun of somebody ordering tofu in California is some kind of sick burn but I am worried about Wilbur's liver.
Wilbur Weston is making a short, pudgy, bald, bespectacled, liquid courage driven drunken fool of himself! Exactly what does a manly man (like Wilbur) order in a Thai restaurant? Boy toy will not change his order of tofu so I guess that means Wilbur will need to order a meat dish to appear manlier. Oh well, at least Wilbur isn't balancing precariously off the Santa Royale cliff this time anyway. He really needs to lay off of the liquid courage.
He's a soy boy toy! Way to go, Moy!-- S. McW.
Poor Estelle. I mean, she doesn't seem to be that bright, but she doesn't deserve all the male misery she gets. She brings it on herself, though. Maybe she should go see Dr. Sweater Vest to ask why she keeps making such poor relationship choices.Excellent point about tofu in California, TimP. No wonder Zak is so incredulous that Wilbur would say that.Nance, another great BFH. There have been so many lately.I have to agree, this is the most entertained I've been by Wilbur. Usually I'm feeling either annoyance or disgust.
Due to the limited color palette of newspaper comics, one cannot distinguish a northern European Waiter from an East Asian Waiter by skin color alone, unless the colorist is going for the Yellow Peril look, which is decidedly out of fashion in the 21st Century. Fortunately June gave us the extra clue of heavy-duty chest hair, which puts the odds solidly in the Caucasian Waiter column. Not an absolute certainty, but it's the way to bet.
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