Toledo is not only blessed with thousands of years’ worth of culture, breathtaking views and the most horrid fountain in municipal water feature history, but it has now officially joined the ranks of elite cities, where all human desires can be satisfied in one garish vestibule at the click of a button. Move over Tokyo!
This is what popped up in the main shopping street in Toledo’s historic city centre a few months ago:
A “shop” featuring no doors, no staff – just orange slot machines, ready and waiting to cater to your every whim. There’s even a tape recorded message welcoming you.
Fancy a cow burger? A porky? A Hannibal? Or perhaps an intergalactic orion? (I’m 99.9% certain that this is a typo and should have read “onion”)
Now, if someone could perhaps explain to me why anybody would want a soggy burger that’s been festering in a metal bio hazard box for three days, when there’s both a McDonald’s AND a Burger King just around the corner…? If only I could be bothered to loiter outside this dreary dispensary at 3 am, I’d probably get my answer…
As to the establishment’s name, “Pica y Pica”, the verb “picar”, in colloquial Spanish, means “to grab a bite” or “to nibble”. It also means “to itch” and/or “scratch”. Evidently, those in need of scratching a particular kind of itch are well served by this outlet:
Do the “diamonds” change colour, I wonder, the closer you get…?
Never mind the furry cuffs. My attention was seized by Romping Rosy designed for men with a dwarf fetish. Any guesses as to whether she’s got hairy Hobbit extremities leading up to her “love passage”?
Another one for the boys to have a crack at. Or, rather, insert into same such.
Ah. NOW I understand the facial expression of the guy on the top left:
It’s not just the potato chips that are stoking his bliss…
I think I’m ready for cake…