From Slate’s pretty clever list of magazine-themed restaurants:
This no-frills spot encourages diners to bring their own food or buy meals off other patrons. If you do use the menu, take care not to order the same thing as your friend—the brusque waiters may dismiss you as a “second-hander.” The kitchen’s philosophy is appealing if ultimately incoherent, relying heavily on absinthe, hemp, and foie gras. Desserts are a specialty: Order one of the famous gingerbread houses “eminent-domain style” and a waiter dressed as Uncle Sam will whisk it away just as your children start to dig in. They’ll go home crying, but they’ll have learned a valuable lesson about tyranny. Smokers welcome.
I don’t think an Agitator.com restaurant would stay in business long. Most customers would lose their appetites after reading the depressing, sometimes infuriating menu. On the other hand, we’d serve lots of bacon. And bourbon. And bacon-infused bourbon. And health codes be damned, there would be a lovable dog sleeping under every table.