A plaque remaining from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem.

Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006.

Recent entries:
Entry forthcoming—B.P. (3/27)
“Happiness is having a rare steak, a bottle of whisky—and a dog to eat the rare steak” (3/27)
“What whiskey will not cure, there is no cure for” (3/27)
“Good girls are made of sugar and spice. Country girls are made of whiskey on ice” (3/27)
“This whiskey tastes like I’m about to tell you how I really feel” (3/27)
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Entry from March 22, 2014
“Waiter, I want a table for dinner!"/"Boiled or roasted, sir?”

Entry in progress—B.P.

Google Books
Blonde Walks into a Bar:
The 4,000 Most Hilarious, Gut-Busting Gags, One-liners and Jokes

By Jonathan Swan
Berkeley, CA: Ulysses Press
2008
Pg. ?:
Waiter, waiter, may I have a table for dinner?
Boiled or roasted, sir?

Posted by Barry Popik
New York CityRestaurants/Bars/Bakeries/Food Stores • Saturday, March 22, 2014 • Permalink