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Let's breath new life into the revolving restaurant idea. It's image has been in decline for a while among devil-may-care youngsters, so let's revamp it, only ten times faster.
Obviously, wipe clean surfaces would be essential, and the menu would need to be devised carefully.
Of course people
would like it. Remember the boyscout/rollercoaster/burgers and coke/Jim'll fix it moment?
Parabolic Pool Table
Parabolic_20Pool_20Table
Like this, but in restaurant format. [wagster, Dec 15 2004]
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I'd pay to watch people trying to eat here. Well, until they started throwing up. |
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why not a hundred times faster so you could stand on the walls. |
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er.. I think that's the idea [jaksplat] and a great one.. well done [fishy]. |
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At that speed the food will be flatter. Maybe instead of sitting on vertical walls at 10g or so, we could amend [ldischler]'s famous pool table [link] and have a reasonably fast spinning parabolic restaurant floor. Access would have to be from the centre of course. |
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Tip to first-timers: try to find a table
near the center. [+] |
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I like everything but the name. Patrons subjected to crushing g forces and unpredictable Coriolis kicks, all fine fun. But the Wall of Death? Run by one Mr. Fishrat? |
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I ate in a revolving restaurant for the first time a few weeks ago (the space needle, in Seattle). It takes a minute even at about .013 rpm to regain your appetite. |
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1. These places often revolve for the views. Would the ground be clear?
2. I feel bad for the poor wait staff. |
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"I'll have a martini, dry....shaken, not stirred". |
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"I'm sorry, sir. All our drinks are stirred". |
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Waiter, why is my pop flat? |
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"Where shall we go, darling ?" |
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"How about the Wall of Death restaraunt ?" |
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"No ... everytime I eat there, I put on weight ... " |
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//Waiter, why is my pop flat?// |
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Perhaps he sat too near the edge, sir. |
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