Herman by Jim Unger for March 14, 2023

I recognize this place… on the wharf at Monterey…

Flying rats

They usually seat the headless horseman outside. He can’t eat, because he has no mouth, but he likes to use his ax.

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

Wherever Jason dined, he could not avoid those darned Harpies!

Did they eat his head?

The restaurant needs a falcon or hawk like the airports use to keep the birds away.

Is he talking to the birds?

If so, he should have said, “Would you like to finish eating inside?”

looks like Hawai’i…….

“Mine! Mine! Mine!”

What? I can’t hear you, I have a gull in my ……

The loss of his head is one thing. Getting the crap off his shirt is serious.

When you have finished lunch, there is an attorney from Mr Hitchcock’s estate who wants a word with you.

To everything (tern, tern, tern) there is a season (tern, tern, tern).

Excellent suggestion…..

Years ago I was on a date at a restaurant on the Georgetown (Washington, DC) waterfront. A seagull crapped on my head. I was so embarrassed. Never did get a second date with that girl.

No they’ll finish him off out here.

Weight loser meal.

Buying a meal there is for the birds.

They told him that eating outside was the most popular option, and he was so gull-ible, he went for it.

Hoping the customer is merely protecting himself by pulling his shirt over his head — otherwise, the waiter is wasting his breath.

The “Hitchcock, A Seaside Restaurant”