Chicago's Mayor Richard Daley, Dennycratic National Convention,
1968
It's late at night. You have a hard day's drinking behind you, and
now you are hungry. What do you do? Semester finals are fast approaching,
and you not only have not studied any of the material, you've only been
to class twice. What do you do? You have no life, women avoid you like
a Jewish-homosexual at a Baptist convention, you're pathetic and have no
reason to go on one more day. What do you do?
You see, Denny's is more than a place to get bad food, bad coffee and
bad service. Denny's is the melting pot that America should have been -
white, black, yellow, red, green, male, female, gay, straight, bi, smoker,
nonsmoker, Christian, Satanist, fat, ugly or whatever - all receive the
same crappy service worldwide. Well, nonsmokers get a little worse service,
but that's because nonsmokers suck.
Anyway, you could be trying to sober up so you can drive home, cramming
for a big exam, or just a pathetic loser, and you will always find a semi-comfortable
seat at a place where the people are only slightly disenchanted. But be
forewarned: Denny's is quite addictive. Go there once by chance, and soon
you will be there every night. Like us.
"I have a dream, that one day, all the children of
the world will have a place to meet, talk and smoke, regardless of their
skin color, hair color or sexual disorientation."
The Rev. Martin Luther King, speaking at
the First International Dennyzen Convention, April 3, 1961.
