Any Given Sunday

Compliments of Miss Shootz 2 Kill (who returned from a one-game suspension from the Cafe due to her use of photographic substances banned by the NFL), we present a stunning sequence of any given Sunday in Cafe 641:

Whose House?

Our House.

The Entity Brings her "A" Game

Big Chief Curly Head: Showing S.C. Love for Stir-fried Russell Terrier

The Toastmaster General hears the love from DJ Doberge & Chef

Wineskin Hogan taking care of the Who Dats

Gris Gris lays a blessing down in the Cafe

Chef Who Dat: Dirty Dog style

Jessica Simpson leaves Tony Romo for Chef Who Dat

Handsome Willy Style

Just in Time for Raiders: 100% Gramatica Free!

Vi-Queen Leftovers

Coming Soon to a Brennan's Restaurant Near You!

So a Chef walks through a tailgate on a Monday night, samples a stunning crabmeat dip, turns to a distinguished looking gentleman who looks as if he may be a holder of season tickets in the Club Level, and asks, "Say, brah. Who made this dee-lish crab dip?"

The distinguished looking gentleman replies, "My talented wife did, Chef," then holding up a goldenrod-colored paper, asks, "Can you tell me where I might find the person responsible for this stellar culinary menu?"

The Chef says, "Lookin' at him, brah. Here, have a Cafe 641 Snack Schedule -- it's a little something that our very own Chef K-Paul put together."

To which the distinguished looking gentleman responds, "Interesting. Mind if I borrow the Stir-fried Jamarcus Russell Terrier for my restaurant? I'm a Greenie and I'd like nothing more than to serve that little rat bastard over a plate of rice."

"Consider it done," said the Chef. "What's your restaurant?"

"Well, I have three here in the city, Chef. Not sure if you've heard of them. Redfish Grill, Ralph's on the Park, and Bacco."

And that friends, is how Cafe 641 will open up its call for menu items this week: with the semi-non-fictional story of how Ralph Brennan came to inquire about serving Cafe 641-inspired dog at his New Orleans restaurants.

Craig's List Ad

Ten things I would graciously offer in exchange for a Monday Night Football victory:

10. The rainbow that floated above the CBD yesterday afternoon after an earlier downpour.
9. The Madame Alexander Vi-Queen doll that comes with every Childress Plate.
8. The 5-second inhalation of Jim Beam from Hogan's touchdown wine skin that I ingested after Reggie's second punt return.
7. A game-used loaf of Leidenheimer's that was broken during last night's Cafe 641 communion ceremony.
6. A dirty dog.
5. The risque image of Special-K (Chef's niece) pushing the smokers around in the Cafe 641 men's room and demanding a stall.
4. An assortment pack of mustaches game-used by the ladies of Cafe 641 (The Entity; Proud Mary; the Cocktail Chef; Special-K; Dianne; Absolut Pamela, etc.) during the Hail 'Stache prayer.
3. Martina's left nut.
2. Martina's va-jay-jay.
1. Martina Grammatilova.

All Hail the Vi-Queens!

On behalf of the Who Dat Nation, and especially Cafe 641, it gives me great pleasure to extend our warmest welcome to the Norwegian royalty that has traveled all the way from Minnesnowta to take part in a contest of brute strength today in the Sacredome.

We welcome all Nordic Queens into our city with open arms. Come for the football. Stay for the party. But leave your defense at the Sacredome door.

Yo, Adriaaaaaaaaan!

Yo, Adriaaaaaaaaaan!














We will eat you. Alive.