Marco wants to know what I have to say about Popeye('s):*
It's true. Popeye's, the international chicken phenomenon, started right here in our (sometimes) fair (sometimes cloudy) city. And those of you who have spent much time here will know that the old Popeye's restaurants were built out of this incredibly goofy looking, black, faux-igneous rock. Most (though not all) of them have been retired, but the buildings can still be seen around town. They're something to behold.
I predict, no, I pound on my bloggy-desk [thump, thump] and proclaim, the day will come when some hipster entrepeneur buys one of these buildings and turns it into a hipster bar/nightclub. Greazy haired kids will stand around smoking Parliaments (or whatever it is they're smoking by then) and drinking PBRs (or whatever it is they're drinking by then). They'll touch the walls and say, "It's so kitschy! I love it! Can you believe this place used to sell, like, chicken or something?"
Hey, let's start a betting pool. Which location and when? I got 5$ on S. Claiborne** - 2013.
* I hope, Marco, the chicken franchise is fair game, since I got nuthin' on the cartoon characters. Wait, well actually, I remember when I used to come to the city as a wee lad to visit my grandparents, there was a little morning kiddy show done in the Captain Kangaroo mode with a bunch of tykes sitting around in little bleachers, and then they would play Popeye cartoons (it was my principal exposure to the opus). And maybe it had a Popeye's Chicken promotional tie-in, although I'm not sure. Do any other long-term local lads or lassies remember this? Fungible Resource, are you there?
** If I'm not mistaken, they had covered this one with crappy siding, but the storm blew the siding off, returning it to it's faux-igneous glory. I'm not sure that's what actually happened, but it's what I choose to believe happened.
Ask, and ye shall receive.