I like to rerun this post every now and then, if only to prove that my college education did, too, come in handy. How many Americans do you know who can write a parody of an Icelandic saga?
I do wish, though, I had a photo of the “Fried Carpet” sign displayed in the Tano Mall for several years. That the store stood between two restaurants only added to its luster. I mean, who wants fried clams when he can have fried carpet?