No Dust of the Great Wazoo - Yet.
Nope, not a chance. At least not at Hopcat. The utterance of such a racist word is enough to send even the strongest of today’s hyper-sensitized booze hounds panicking to a safe room of crayons, puppies, and Mi-Two-Daddie’s™ Frank Zappa album collection.
Just well seasoned politically correct root cuts are being served now. The fail of the millennial condition plods forward with no ketchup and less spice than one might expect from an over-hyped bar with a deep fryer in the back. The new name for what used to be called ‘Crack fries’ is literally cosmic ..man. From the Detroit News
“The inspiration for the name comes from Mark Sellers’ (our founder), love of Frank Zappa. One of Zappa’s classic songs, ‘Cosmik Debris,’ mentions ‘the oil of Aphrodite’ and ‘the dust of the great wazoo.’ We’ve yet to incorporate these ingredients into our seasoning, but you never know what the future holds.”
No Valley Girls welcome in these establishments.