Yes, indeed.

The Monosyllabic Spree

Wow.

Now I've got an insatiable appetite for stone crabs and silicone.

All Housewives Welcome

How do you celebrate the 4th-year anniversary of a Cafe formed on an evening of greatness?

We were thinking . . .

• Ladies night. (All the ladies in the Cafe receive complimentary mustaches. And yes, we color match.)
• Moustache Monday. (See above.)
• The Real Housewives of Atlanta. (Starring Matt Ryan, Tony Gonzales, and Michael Turner.)

And the menu suggestion board is open, wide open, and titled in tribute to the visiting filthy fowl of reality TV: "The REAL Housewives of Atlanta."

The Toothless Wildcat

So it's this version of the feline that has the undergarments of NFL defenses all contorted?

Bite me, wildcat.

thanks HammHawk.

As Seen on Television!

R.I.P. Billy Mays. If your closely groomed face sweater was still with us today, you'd stop talking about Quick Chop and Snuggie as soon as you were hit with one whiff. If you could smell what the Cafe has been cooking, you would carve a Fleur-de-Stache above your lip faster than an East Rutherford, NJ Discount Airliner.

Billy Mays, this is for you:

Cafe 641 Can o' Whoop Ass

Used in small quantities only

Another satisfied customer of Cafe 641 Can o' Whoop Ass

We Are New Orleans.

Can a Chef get a can opener?

Move.

Movement is a metaphor for this season.

Movement of the moobs.
Heed the warning, Tuna.

Movement under the influence
(of gridiron and denim greatness).

Movement on a perfect set of wheels.

3-0 begets 4-0.

Movement of the flavor-saver.
Dome foam, Shock my lips with your flavor.



Movement of the golden whisk.
1st down, Saints.



Movement under protection.

In the pocket and on the street, we are safe with thee, Fleur-de-Vespa.

The Cafe's next coordinated bicycle movement will commence at 11 a.m., November 8 at the Bulldog (Canal Blvd.) in advance of the Panther BBQ.

they MIGHT be giants. (but probably not)

Garden State Sweep

Talk of sweeping the state of New York on Sunday is a little misguided. Now, punishing the pride of East Rutherford, New Jersey twice in a month? That's doin' work.

Speaking of work, the Cafe 641 kitchen opened this morning for its game-week preparations . . .

A new golden kitchen utensil accompanied by synchronized dance-like motions?

A replacement whisk for the Cafe cougar?

Unsanitary cooking: the Porn Chef borrows the whisk.

Tom's Turn & Cough-lin Fingerling Potatoes?

The bye week has served us well. Livers are poised. St. Archie's spoiled loin fruit jokes loaded.

AND . . . the menu suggestion board is open:

Do It.

Opening verse. Yes indeed.
3:24 mark. Yes indeed.
5-0? Yes indeed.

Did you Dirty, Sanchez.

It wasn't enough that we sprayed down the Cafe with Fe-Brees before the game to keep the aroma of a Dirty Sanchez out of our section. He still felt the need to get dirty:



And once you get dirty, it's only a matter of time before you get noticed by an aging cannon with loose bowels:



Alejandro's got the first-person account.

J - E - T - S Suck! Suck! Suck!

Dash to Dismantle the NY Discount Airliners

Cafe 641's 2nd Annual Dash for the 'Stache, Aug. 22

Cafe 641 invites you on an epic, bi-pedaling pub crawl from Buddy D's gravesite to the Mid-City Bulldog to multiple pub stops to the Superdome, all in preparation for the public shaming of the New York Discount Airliners.

DETAILS:
Pre-crawl-prayer: Buddy D's grave, Metairie Cemetery (10:30 a.m.)
Pub crawl start: Mid-City Bulldog, Canal Blvd. (11 a.m.)
Pub crawl middle: at the whim of the "Hold that Line Cook" (Mid-City Yacht Club? Mick's? Finn McCool's? Handsome Willy's?)
Pub crawl end: Louisiana Sacredome (sometime before 3 p.m.)