Are you familiar with the personal seat license concept? Basically, loyal and rabid sports fans are made to pay an exorbitant fee for the right to then buy tickets and watch games. It’s the big thing in the world of new arenas. I’ve heard that in New York people are paying as much as $20,000 for the right to buy tickets to eight games of Jets football. Once you’ve plunked down the 20k you’re made to pay several hundred dollars per game. In Dallas folks are forking over 100 grand to pay an additional $6,000 over the span of eight Cowboys games. Why doesn’t the restaurant industry work this way? If my customers agreed to a personal seat license of only $2,000 in the “new Franktuary,” we’d be able to open said...
Six Super Bowls. Congratulations, Steelers. Hooray for Pittsburgh. Franktuary salutes you.
Pittsburgh’s going to the Su-u-per Bowl. Here we go. Stillers. Here we go… Having a Super Bowl party? Well then, my black and gold buddy, you’re going to need frankfurters. Inquire about a Franktuary Super Bowl party package today! A complete aside, but have you ever given thought to how much a grocery store clerk can learn about you solely because of your purchases??? If you are what you eat and most of your food comes from the grocery store, that clerk might just know more about you than do some of your personal acquaintances.
The Roethlisfurter is back, people. Joining him this year is the Pola(malu)nesian. Come check them out!
Have any of you ever had Entenmann’s Holiday Cupcakes? Delicious, I tell you. Recently, I picked me up a box of the Valentine’s variety. They’re all gone now, but we created some great memories together. I like to take off the icing and save it for last, but not quite last because when I’m done with the icing I like to chew the cupcake wrapper as if it were a piece of gum just to be sure I consume every last bit of flavor. By the way, I thought of a brilliant Steelers Super Bowl promotional item yesterday, and it has nothing at all to do with cupcakes. I can’t tell you about it right now. It’s top secret. Soon enough, my friend, soon enough.