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Originally Posted by edward
i dont know what dem cakes but it reminds me of a song by the junk yard dog: grab dem cakes... off my friends classic WWF cassette
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Good reference, but no ode to the JYD here.
We haven't splained it lately, so I will again explain why we call it "dem cakes".
It's actually the Marietta Diner, it's a place out in the northwestern burbs that is open 24/7. They have a huge menu and serve everything on it all day. They even have booze. But one of the most striking features is as soon as you walk in the door their dessert cases are on display. Notice i said "cases", plural. At any given time there may be 50 or more desserts to choose from including tons of cakes and pies.
Now being 24/7, one reason we love to eat there is the entertainment factor. Great place to people watch on a friday/saturday night about the time the bars start closing.
On one of our very first visits after discovering the place, as we're waddling out after a huge breakfast, this classic southern redneck teen hottie comes in with assistance of her boyfriend who is helping keep her vertical. She's drunk off her ass and looks like the type of girl who is used to being fed out of a fast food bag before bumping uglies in the backseat and may have never been to a place where you sit down to order before.
Anyhow, we meet up with this as we're walking out and she's walking in the door and the first thing out of her mouth as she hits the door in a classic southern redneck twang is "looooook at dem cakes!" Now I cant really do it justice in writing, but suffice to say that the way she said it, "cakes" had at least 3 syllables.
Ever since then, we simply refer to the joint as "dem cakes".