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dmwrites · 2 years

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Joe was lost.

This was common, even more so in this new mysterious land of Empires. Joe had wandered out at daybreak to find two cows to bring back to newly-formed hermit village, since Grian had mentioned the idea briefly last night. But, they’d taken a wrong turn or two, and was now looking up at the sky city run by that god whose name they couldn’t remember. Scott? Gem? Oli? Who knows. More important to Joe was the cows they could see in a pen in the village on the ground. If only they could snag two of them without getting caught… stealing always seemed to work for Grian, so surely…

“Joe! Hey there!”

Joe was halfway down the hill, and cringed as a booming voice came from above. They turned around and put on their friendliest smile.

“Howdy!” Joe said to the god who landed before him. The god was dressed in the white robes like last time, with one half of his chest sticking out. Joe chewed on their tongue as to not suggest that the god look up a tutorial on how to properly drape his godly robes. “I was just passing by. It’s all so beautiful here.” They remembered that the colorful guy from Crayola said that the god liked complements and added: “and big.”

“Why, thank you. You know, Joe, I’m so glad you stopped by, I was just about to come find you myself.” The god gave them a warm smile. “After all, we are quite similar, you and I. Even our names are like almost the same. Hastag twinning, minus the L. Not that I take L’s, of course, it’s just the letter.”

Joe went though the possible ways an “L” could be inserted into Joe. Ljoe? JLoe? JoLe? JoeL? Probably Joel, Joe decided.

“Well, I’m glad to be here with an almost-Joe, Joel.” Joe said. They wondered if they could sweet-talk Joel the god into giving them some cows.

“I see you’re wingless still- ah, new worlds, am I right? Here’s a pair of mine you can borrow. Come up and join me in the sky, Joe. We are far too hot and sexy to hang out with the puny mortals.” Joel threw them an elytra and rockets and took off for the sky. Joe put it on and followed Joel up. When they landed, they almost slipped and fell on a toy sheriff on the ground.

“Oh, sorry about that.” Joel said, grabbing Joe with one of his muscular hands. “My son was here before, off at his other daddy’s for the weekend, but must not have put his toys away before he left.”

“Oh! I have a kid too!” Joe said, smiling.

“I told you, Joe, me and you, we’re just two peas in a pod.” Joel handed Joe a glass of some kind of liquid that looked close enough to whiskey that Joe took a sip. “I mean, when I saw you for the first time the other day I could just tell, you know?” Joe nodded, just to be polite. “I mean, I didn’t want to say anything in case you were hiding it, but your godly powers were almost leaping out of your body, it was incredible.”

Joe choked on their drink. “What?”

“I mean, I understand, it’s so hard to hide your godly gifts, that’s why I just gave up.” Joel continued. “I control the skies, especially storms. And thunder, but only when my- well, that’s only for Daddy Sausage. Can’t be sharing all the intimate details of my life with you just yet, we’ve only just really met, fellow god. So, what do you do?”

Joe opened his mouth, quite confused. “I don’t have magic- you must have me confused-”

Joel laughed. It was a roaring laugh that shook the village below. “Oh, playing coy, I see? I can respect that, honestly, I can. The mortals you have with you are certainly weirder then my own, so I can respect the hesitancy at telling anyone about your abilities. As I said, we have the time to get to know one another, god to god.”

“How-” Joe began.

“How did I know you were a god? Fam, I detected your pure godly energy from thousands of blocks away. Plus, only gods can drink that there in your hand.” Joel gestured to the glass, which Joe had finished. “Mortals would literally explode from the inside out if they took a sip of that, lol.”

Joe left after a few hours of mostly numb interested noises at Joel’s incessant talking about how hot and sexy and strong and tall he was, as well as the fears he had about being a god, which, as a fellow god, he assumed Joe understood as well. Their mind was spinning, almost to the point of dizziness. There had to be some mistake, there had to be. A huge inside joke or something. Joe Hills was definitively and most certainly just some guy. Some normal guy from Nashville, Tennessee. No god with magic powers! Surly someone would have noticed by now if that were the case. Sure, the starry stuff inside end city portals had an aching familiarity to them, and sure, sometimes they felt a lot older then the very core of the earth, but that was normal, moral stuff. Right?

It didn’t occur to them until they got back to the small shack they’d constructed with the other hermits that they’d forgotten to ask for cows. But Joe wasn’t quite sure they wanted to venture out again. It was too much out there, especially near the friendly god of the sky who seemed to think he knew things about Joe that Joe didn’t know themselves.

#October 30 2022 #fic #hc x empires #joe hills #Joel is also there #long post

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wren-kitchens · 10 months

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okay burnout has hit me like a truck in the past couple weeks and right now i’m forcing myself to rest so I can actually. overcome it gajdhsj and this has involved reading a lot of my old wips that I have abandoned

because of this, I have refound an empires s2 flower husbands au I have that I am so obsessed with, so I shall share it with you (you’re so welcome)

below the cut is a whole lot of rambles and a few drabbles of the au that I sent to my good friend stiff at like midnight whilst I was meant to be doing homework last may

(very long post under cut. be warned)

so in s2 when fwhip got the crown (originated in s1 where fwhip’s s1 character—very different from his s2 character—created the Crown (tm), and whoever wore it would have the power to give all the emperors one rule they had to follow. lots of fights broke out, joel had an amazing moment where scott was giving fwhip the crown and he yoinked it just before fwhip could get it, you get the picture) his rule was that everyone had to ‘take care’ of a goblin child. the catch was that you had to hold it in your offhand at all times, and that it was a retextured egg, so if you accidentally threw (yeeted) it, the child would ‘die’ and part of the rule was to NOT YEET THE CHILD. if you ‘killed’ the child, you could either pay 10 raw gold blocks, or care for another child

anyway, scott was the first one to get a child (against his will) and reiterated that he was ‘NOT READY TO BE A FATHER’ and I watched that and thought. I could flower husbands this so I did

scott arriving at jimmys house at the ass crack of dawn (because I imagine scott to be an early riser and jimmy to not) pounding on his door until a very tired jimmy opens it and asks wtf he’s doing it’s like 6am, whereupon scott thrusts a baby in his face like ‘HELP ME I AM NOT READY FOR THIS’. this wakes jimmy up, understandably

I imagine they’d have a conversation like ‘why do you- WHY DO YOU HAVE A CHILD??’ ‘FWHIPS RULE, JIMMY YOU GOTTA HELP ME’ ‘ME?? WHY DO YOU THINK I COULD HELP??’ ‘I DON’T KNOW YOU SEEM LIKE YOU’D BE GOOD WITH KIDS’ ‘WHY’

after about five minutes of shouting, the baby (who had been asleep this whole time) wakes up and starts to cry. scott is not ready for this and sort of holds the baby at arm’s length, panicked. jimmy sort of sighs and goes ‘give them to me’. turns out, jimmy is surprisingly good with kids, unbeknownst to him (tiny tom was gifted to jevin before he could even process it) and to the great relief of scott, who had been panicking the whole night

so. jimmy and scott are now co-parenting a child. surely no romantic tension can come from this!

well, at the start, they’re barely allies—scott only allied with jimmy so he’d get free gunpowder, and never spared a second thought when it came to teasing him, so for the first couple days, it’s quite awkward between them. mainly on scotts part—jimmy didn’t want the baby to be moved too much, and insisted that scott be just as involved as raising the child as he was, so scott just kinda. stayed at jimmy’s

they’d occasionally nip out to get more food or to explain their absence in meetings, to enormous teasing and some genuinely helpful tips from joel and sausage, who had a pretty similar experience when raising hermes (thrust into parenthood by accident and somewhat panicked when babies did what babies do best, cry through the night, poop and make lots of mess), but most of the time they’d be in the house, or taking a short walk around tumble town with the baby. what I mean to say is, they spend an awful lot of time together

so one evening they’re sat on the porch watching the sunset, the baby asleep in jimmy’s arms, and they start to talk. like actually talk; they’d been kind of skirting around each other and making semi-awkward small talk for the past couple of weeks until now, and it feels good to actually feel like they’re close. almost friends

and it sort of blooms from there

they start to actually talk every day now, even just making passing remarks and jokes that feel friendly rather than hostile, offering to take the baby when they can tell the other is tired, and sharing quiet smiles when the baby finally gets to sleep

jimmy starts teasing scott about how terrified he looked when he arrived at the door, and about how terrified he looks still every time he changes the baby’s nappy. scott makes jokes about jimmy being the opposite of an early bird, and ‘fixes’ his bed-head by ruffling it even more

it gets to a point where they’re just sharing casual touches—bumping hips and squeezing shoulders as they pass each other; resting their head on each other’s shoulders as they complain about how they tired they are; jokingly calling each other ‘beloved husband’ and pretending to kiss each other’s hand—and they realise that huh. maybe they’re not so bad after all

they settle on a name for the baby: lexie. it took a lot of back and forth (jimmy wanted to name her alex, scott wanted to name her robbie, they settled on lexie as a compromise. scott jokes sometimes that they should have gotten another child and called them steve, if they were to go with jimmy’s name)

it takes them a few weeks to notice that.. lexie has changed since they took her in. she’s more real, more solid, more warm than she used to be. her crying sounds more human, and her appetite is increasing, and they realise that-

fwhip didn’t give them real children at all. he knew of course that it would be a complete disaster if he did, and he was right—so many of the dolls (because that’s all they originally were, dolls) were broken and damaged, over and over again. but lexie wasn’t. she was never hurt, she was never damaged, nothing beyond a simple scratch from a confused norman or a bruise where she’d banged her arm on the corner of the table. and so lexie.. stopped being a doll.

fwhip came over to check one day, curious if the goblin baby was still unbroken and safe (the crown had long since been passed on, there was no need for them to keep the baby) and was enormously surprised to find out that, not only was she safe, but she was alive—alive in a way that he never thought could be possible—and a stranger sight still: a family

because that’s what they were, no matter how it’d come to pass. a confusing, chaotic, happy, healthy family

and slowly, ever so slowly, something between scott and jimmy started to change.

they revelled in lexie learning to crawl, to babble, the first time she tried solid food, the first time she bit their fingers and they felt teeth, and they did it together. they groaned at 4am feedings, and gagged at nappy changes, and went to bed exhausted, and they did it together. they cooked and cleaned and brushed their teeth over the sink and they did it together. everything they did, it was together

and they were just waiting for it to be monotonous. they anticipated the moment when it became annoying, or tiresome, or flat out unbearable with dread. but that moment never came

sure, they’d get sick of each other every once in a while. jimmy would snap at scott’s teasing in the early morning, and scott would refuse to change lexie’s nappies until he’d had a nap. but barely minutes later the outbursts would be followed by a bashful hug from behind, a mumble of ‘i’m sorry, I wasn’t fair’, a promise of ‘i’ll try to do better’

they started to find that they simply didn’t have it in them to hate it. they just couldn’t bring themselves to dislike the other; not with jimmy and his early morning drowsiness, his bright laughs, his gentle strength; not with scott and his late night weariness, his soft smiles, his teasing jokes

and soon they started to realise that they were headed towards something very different to hate

scott understood first

he’d been having these feelings for a while now, and his suspicion had started to increase every time he couldn’t help laughing when jimmy was a particularly big goof, or how his heart would soar when he’d wake up entangled in jimmy’s embrace.

it wasn’t until one night, long after lexie had fallen asleep, when both of them sat on the sofa, reading.

but today, he hadn’t been able to see jimmy as much; there was a mandatory meeting for all the rulers, with the exception of jimmy and scott, as they were taking care of lexie: only one of them had to go. scott, who only had to take one look at poor, sleepy jimmy to know that if he was to go, zero information would be retained, offered to go instead.

the meeting was much longer than he’d anticipated, and certainly not on a topic he’d deem mandatory to attend—something about pix remaining a ghost after he withered away at the princess party.

either way, when scott came back, jimmy had spent almost the entire day looking after lexie, and stopped only to give scott a one-armed hug and inform him that lexie was in her crib before he went for a nap. scott was seriously deprived of jimmy time.

which is why he’s staying up late now—just to get in as much time as he can before he inevitably falls asleep. which seems to be happening much faster than he’d anticipated.

next to him, scott hears the familiar quiet chuckling of jimmy, and the sound of a page being marked.

“scott, tell me you didn’t stay up just so you could see me.” jimmy says softly.

“never.” scott blinks, trying to escape the heaviness of his eyelids. in fact, his whole body feels heavy with sleep, as if weighed down by some invisible force.

“you sausage.” jimmy says, and scott notes the fondness in jimmy’s voice. “i’m gonna take you to bed, is that alright?”

“I think I can manage that.” jimmy says.

scott feels arms underneath his knees and around his waist, before he’s hoisted into the air. he presses close to jimmy’s chest, wrapping his arms around jimmy’s neck and burying his face in his shirt.

“I missed you today.” scott tells him. “I kept looking over to make a face at you in the meeting, but you weren’t there.”

jimmy smiles, and scott thinks he could watch him do just that all day. “you sap.”

“you’re carrying me to bed, jimmy.” scott points out.

“I never said I wasn’t a sap.” jimmy tells him, pushing their bedroom door open with his hip. “lucky you’re in your pyjamas already, because I would’ve made you get up to change.”

“I take it you are changing?” scott says, smiling again as jimmy lays him carefully down on the bed and pulls the covers around him. “thank you.”

jimmy presses his lips against scott’s forehead, and his eyes flutter shut. “‘course. beloved husband.”

something in scott’s chest glows as he slips into the land of sleep, and as jimmy’s arms wrap around him from behind a minute later, he can’t help admitting to himself something he thinks he might have known for a long time.

because wow. he really does love jimmy, huh?

so one day, scott is up early (as usual) and feeding lexie at the table when jimmy comes up behind him and hugs him from behind, wearing his pyjamas - which are just joggers and a white tshirt - and scott is able to see something that he hadnt actually noticed before: along the outsides of jimmy's arms are small little scars, looking curiously close to stitches

scott asks how he got them when jimmy is awake enough, and jimmy just goes 'oh yeah, joel did it'. scott just kinda. stares at him for a moment until jimmy realises thats a very confusnig answer, and explains a little more

joel, however he may claim, is very new to his powers, and for a while didnt actually understand how they worked. he and sausage never actually meant to create a real child (hermes didnt have a name for a long time), they were just mucking around one night and somehow hermes became alive. something similar happened with jimmy

joel just thought it was a funny joke to call jimmy a toy, and being unaware of his powers, never really considered that it coukd have a genuine affect on jimmy. but sure enough, jimmy started to notice significant changes, and after a while, he had become a toy. jimmy just thought joel had done it on purpose, and for a while he was just furious with him for doing this to him

but when they formed their alliance after the fighting was over, joel saw the stitching along his arms and the yarn of his hair and was entirely panicked when jimmy asked him to reverse it, because he had no idea he could do that and was horrified to find out that he'd done this to jimmy

jimmy was somewhat relieved to know that joel didnt actually do it on purpose, and slightly terrified to find out that joel had. no clue how to reverse it

it took a little while of trial and error, but finally joel figured out how to turn him back into a human. the only issues? it hurt. jimmy supposed he should have expected it - the initial transformation had happened over months - but at that moment all he could think about was how awful the pain was.

afterwards, joel healed his wounds, and explained with a shellshocked expression that the stitches had ripped out of his arms (thats where the scars came from, jimmy tells scott.) it stopped hurting very shortly after, what with joel's healing, but sometimes jimmy feels almost phantom pains in his arms from that horrible moment

scott likes to trace up and down the scars on his arms, sometimes to calm jimmy, sometimes just because he likes the look on jimmy's face when he does it

#long post #empireshipping #flower husbands #empires jimmy #empires scott #empires fwhip #empires lexie #i’m giving her a tag because I love her #wren writes #wren wrambles #baby doll au #<- name of the au oooh

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scribbling-dragon · 2 years

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okay, so, i was thinking about my vigilante au again, but for s2 of empires instead. bc i’ve accepted that i won’t ever write a longfic for the original au, and i probably won’t for this either

so! delving into my thoughts:

it would occur in a similar setting, with the characters attending a sixth-form college (which i’ve got a name for!) while also being vigilantes on the side (because the name “vigilante au” didn’t give that away at all)

- we’ve got jimmy, who would probably be the main focus of this au if i did ever write something (sorry scott, jimmy brainrot is big rn), and he’d be a moobloom hybrid, i feel, just to change it up slightly from my other s2 projects. i’m not sure what type of moobloom he’d be yet, but he’d probably be some kind of flower that can survive well in a hot climate

- anyway! i feel like he’d be doing some kind of environmental science based stuff, or stuff to work towards that (not at all projecting. nope) which means he’d probably be doing geography, chemistry and biology.

- with the kind of power he has, i’m torn between some kind of plant based power (which he could have a small hint of anyway? being a moobloom and all?) or some kind of earth based power (like terrakinesis, because he could do a bunch of cool stuff with that, i reckon)

- his vigilante name would just be the Sheriff. the local police hate him, because he runs around in his dumb outfit with his stupid bandit “friend” (you know i had to do it) and they’re doing their jobs for them smh

- he definitely has a rivalry with Electrostatic (idk, messing around with names for joel’s vigilante persona??), who is someone that has lightning based powers, and seems to find some kind of amusement in tormenting him.

- he has a complicated relationship with the Protector (sausage) because the Protector is technically his ally, but he is also technically Electrostatic’s ally as well.

- on the other hand, sausage and joel are friends, who both help out with tutoring a few kids, one of whom them share: Hermes! yeah, he’s in this au. they try and outdo each other with the prizes they give their students, because Hermes always boasts to the other students about what the other one gave him when he was good, so they’ve obviously gotta do better than the other tutor

- scott seems like he’d be going for some kind of plant based power (which is why i didnt want jimmy to grab that) and he would definitely use it to get a bunch of rare dyes. i feel like he’d take textiles and art, at the very least, maybe maths to go with it idk (he gives off art teacher vibes this season ngl)

- i feel like katherine would have some kind of luck based power, in which she can manipulate the probability of events happening, and this would be really really good if she could fully understand how it works and stop losing her focus with it and causing her pen to explode in the middle of class.

- i feel like gem would be some kind of governor’s daughter, and they’re really protective over her, telling her constantly how she needs to be careful because she could get hurt. so as a massive fuck you to her parents she goes out as the Dawn Princess in the late hours of the evening and beats up criminals. for funsies

- (also the bandit friend is 100% tango, you knew i had to add him) other characters will be from the life series/hermitcraft too! i gotta add my other blorbos in :]

those are the ideas i’ve had for now, but feel free to send in asks for this au :D

#(that is a plea for asks)#i just wanna talk about this au #juno's vigilante au #juno's vigilante au: electric boogaloo #<- the tag for the s2 au #empires smp #empires smp s2 #jimmy solidarity #smallishbeans #mythical sausage #i know i havent mentioned some of the other characters. but thats because i havent really thought about them yet

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instantdeerlover · 4 years

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5 Songs About Restaurants That We Love And One That We Hate added to Google Docs

5 Songs About Restaurants That We Love And One That We Hate

If you’re like us, you’re probably immersed in news about health and safety. While it’s important to stay alert and informed, especially under extraordinary circumstances, it’s worth taking some time out to relax a little. The great philosopher Plato famously said, “Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” For most, music is a staple of your restaurant, from the kind of ambient background music that you play for atmosphere, to sophisticated neuromarketing techniques that can help drive sales. So while we’re staying in and planning for our next moves, let’s take a look at a few of our favorite -and not so favorite- songs about restaurants.

Songs We Love

To add a little spice to the menu, we’re looking at some of the coolest songs to play in your restaurant, whether they’re about eating in house or off-premise. Our metrics for what made the list is as subjective as your tastes. To keep it logical though, we went with songs that have a certain je n’ais ce quoi, the kind of tracks that you put on to evoke a mood, a time, or a place. Because that’s the name of the game: giving your guests the entertainment to help keep their mind off of their troubles, while hopefully enticing them back for seconds.

Van Halen – Ice Cream Man (1978)

You might know Van Halen from hits like Jump or Panama, radio rock ragers designed to get fans fired up for more. On Ice Cream Man, a cut from their self-titled debut, the band wax poetic about ice cream vendors, perhaps one of the first food trucks that you encountered as a child. While the song goes on to enumerate a host of iced delicacies that singer David Lee Roth has to offer, the subtext is typical of the band, a sultry tune specifically dedicated to “the ladies.”

Play this on the first day of summer or any day that you have a special that involves ice cream, and watch your guests melt.

Rupert Holmes – Escape (The Piña Colada Song) (1979)

It’s likely that you’ve encountered this song at a beach or in a movie (it’s on the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack) that is relatively tropical in nature. This is a lighthearted and relatively corny track, often inaccurately (if reasonably) attributed to Jimmy Buffet. Holmes has crafted pure yacht rock gold, unflinchingly cheesy and incredibly catchy, so much so that it’s easy to miss the gist of the song. Here you have a couple who have fallen out of love… or so they thought. They go their separate ways and simultaneously elect to look for new loves, only to find each other again through the wanted section. It’s a sweet song about people finding love together, and their meetup is in a restaurant.

Put this track on for romantic, but low-key summer vibes. It pairs well with a stiff piña colada and a honey garlic shrimp dish.

Thin Lizzy – The Boys Are Back in Town (1976)

If you’ve heard any track by this 70’s Irish quartet, it’s this one — for good measure! Those warm guitar leads (per Scott Gorham and Brian Robertson) ring like heaven-sent cherubs dispelling your negative vibes. We could talk about the riffs and singalong chorus, but this classic makes our list NOT for its craft or lofty mythologizing, but its lyrical fodder.

In the song, singer/bassist Phil Lynott wryly references “them wild-eyed boys who got away” who’ve now returned to town. He crafts a Rockwellian portrait of summer nights, youth “dressed to kill” and congregating at Dino’s, the local bar and grill. “The drinks will flow, and the blood will spill,” he croons, as images of rockers, burgers, brawls, and beer permeate our visage.

We’d never condone such behavior, and enjoy it only in the fictional sense. Let’s be honest, though, who can’t enjoy stories of mirth, merrymaking, and gathering in restaurants in this time of quarantine?

Editor’s note: this section penned by Dylan Chadwick.

Billy Joel – Scenes From An Italian Restaurant (1977)

In “Scenes From An Italian Restaurant,” Billy Joel paints a picture of warmth. What starts off as a sweet date, a quiet evening out to dinner, makes way to the hustle and bustle of the daily grind. The focal point of Joel’s nostalgia is that romantic moment, that time before things got too busy. Joel picks up the pace to emphasize how overwhelming everything seems that idyllic moment.

You can do that in your restaurant too. Make sure your restaurant has the right aural vibe, a comfortable atmosphere to talk and get to know each other. Pair this with a bottle of wine, maybe a Spanish red, and set aside special places for quiet, intimate moments, like a booth with low ambient lighting to help set the mood.

Buck 65 – Food Song (2008)

The definition of an underrated artist, Buck 65 put out some of the most thought-provoking and colorful lo-fi hip-hop of the early-aughts. Here, the emcee reflects on his favorite dishes, enumerating each by their value. Opening with the line “food it puts me in a good mood, it keeps me goin’,” Buck 65 only moves on from there expressing his love of culinary delights. The kicker: this is a PG track, so perfect for playing in a family-friendly environment, all while promoting healthy eating.

Pair this with warm, sunny weather and light pub fare. Sip tea or a light beer with this on in the background and enjoy the patio with your friends. We’ll all get back there eventually.

Song We Hate

If you’ve ever made music, you know how the sausage is made (so to speak). You know that you have to spend time honing your craft, whittling each track down to the final product. It’s like Michelangelo’s David in the block of marble. You see that in your kitchen too. You’ve likely invested the time in one or all of the following: a great chef, an amazing menu, and the kitchen or front-of-house tech that you need to streamline your business. So hearing something negative is no fun.

But just like any good cook knows: taste is subjective. Some things just aren’t good, and that’s okay; negative feedback teaches us how we can make something better later. With that in mind, let’s move on to the lone song we hate.

Don Henley – Sunset Grill (1984)

With “Sunset Grill,” Don Henley pens a bland ode to a local table service restaurant, a gastropub near a business district. And you know this because Henley makes it clear that the Sunset Grill is the post-work hangout where he and his pals can go and “watch the working girls walk by,” which frankly is a little creepy. Does he mean well? Maybe. But I’d have to wonder how those working girls feel to be objectified when they just want to move on to their day.

Beyond that though, the music here is just full-on 80’s cheese. The composition is as exciting as a pair of beige slacks, with the Eagles drummer/vocalist crooning over synth horns, electronic drum fills, and slap bass. Combine that with a set of lyrics that refers to restaurant wait staff as “the basket people,” and calls everyone that isn’t at his table “jerks,” and you paint a particularly unsympathetic character. It’s laughable, then, when Henley tries to couch his music as something that everyday folks do, or that he posits himself as the protagonist there to protect the women that he gawks at while getting drunk in the afternoon.

Are there some fine qualities about the song? Sure. Henley is a competent songwriter, despite this writer’s distaste for the Eagles. He’s just undeniably talented. And his appreciation here for being a regular at a local establishment is nice too. It’d just be a lot nicer if he were perhaps a little kinder to the people that he encounters. Pair this last call, so that you can run your guests off at close-up time.

Conclusion

Obviously, we love music here as much as we love restaurants. We wanted to put this out there to have a little fun. Things are hard right now and we all know that we’ve got a little ways to go. But we’re working together on that and we’ll get through this. One way we can do that is to relax a little and blow off steam with a return to normalcy, the kind of debates that you get in with your friends or staff for fun. Disagree with any of our songs? Have any to share on your own? Hit us up in the comments section.

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