On 5/18/05, P. J. Alling <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Never eat someplace called Terminal Lunch.
I used to live in a place named Kitchener, Ontario. It used to be called Berlin (German being the largest ethnic group at the time), but during WWI, we proper Canadians said, "We can't have that then, can we!" and it was decided that the town should be named after the man who is credited with inventing the concentration camp, Lord Kitchener. Anyway, right next to the dilapidated bus terminal was (you guessed it), Terminal Lunch. It seemed a very appropriate name. I always thought that it was so named, not because it was next to the bus terminal, but because if you ate there, there was a very good chance that it might be your last meal. Like the Station Hotel, I never sampled their menu. I hated Kitchener. cheers, frank -- "Sharpness is a bourgeois concept." -Henri Cartier-Bresson
