No more Small Dog Broth for you, one year.
IMPERIAL BEACH — On our little world, when you were really jonesin’ for Things That Look Like Meat, some Strange Purple Jello, or a Mud Shark-Mango Muffin, there was only one place you could satisfy that craving: The Zappadan Diner.
But not anymore. The City of Imperial Beach Department of Health and Mental Hygiene closed the Zappadan Diner on a chilly Monday morning, siting the possibility that the “Solar Beef” might actually be contaminated with latex; there was also a suspicion that another entrée, the “Desenex Burger,” might have in fact contained Desenex.¹
The supposed culprits? Latex Solar Beef... and of course, the Desenex Burger.
The irony of the closure during the 2011 Zappadan Holidaze has not been lost on the few hungry freaks that gathered in front of the Diner, most of whom had become regulars there.
A green-haired African-American woman who tells us, unsolicited, her diner name is “Jemima Kong,” paces back and forth; I should point out she was wearing a heavily-pilled purple alligator suit without the head, and says to no one in particular: “Who in their right mind thinks there’s actual “Latex” in Latex Solar Beef !?! Anybody besides the Imperial Beach Commissioner of Health and Mental fuckin’ Hygiene!? They ain’t do no testin’ but they sayin’ ‘One a these Zappa freaks’ gone and put Desenex in the Desenex Burgers?!? What the actual fuck.”
“I like the Strange Purple Jello,” volunteers a marginally present barefoot young man named “Kenny,” dressed only in a tattered kilt and a lavender push-up bra. He is originally from Canoga Park, but now lives on the beach behind the Diner. “I don’t know what’s in it, but I enjoy the way it wiggles, and there’s usually some in the dumpster.” He directs his gaze directly at the sun and adds, “You know, when my royalty check comes, I think I’m goina buy a Mustang. Wait. No, I think I’ll . . . I think I’ll get a dark blue Corvette. No, I think I’ll get a Harley Davidson. No, I don’t think I’ll buy any of those cars. I think what I will do is I will buy a boat. No, that wouldn’t be good either. I think, ah, I’ll go into real estate. I think I would like to . . . I think I would like to buy La Cienega Boulevard.”
There’s also a guy named Joe being lead around by an artificially colored Shih Tzu puppy on a leash; Joe is singing off-key, “What’s the ugliest part of your body?” The Shih Tzu wanders off to the beach.
But it’s more than weird regulars who will miss the Diner. Han-Min-Noon, 200 Motels Motel Parking Security Guard and team leader, made a weekly trek from Encino just for a Desenex Burger. “I don’t give a fuck if there’s Desenex in there or not. It tastes awesome, and I’m willing to pay the price.” His cousin, Han-Toon-Ran, who often makes the trip with him, is equally upset about the closing, saying, “Eye wanting dey Muddeh Shawk soon. Eye maybey so hoongray for it toodey again.”
As we pack up our gear, day chef of the Zappadan, La Marr Bruister, walks up. Like most of the regulars, what he is wearing— a teal bath robe and house slippers— catches our attention. (The regulars call him “Daddy Dinky,” a moniker from Let’s Make The Water Turn Black.) “This totally sucks a big one,” Bruister says, and a chorus of “Fuckin’ Ay!” goes up from the small strange crowd that has gathered. “Where can we get some breakfast?” says Min-Noon. The absence of firing synapses is almost tangible, but finally Daddy Dinky says, “Well, there’s the Farmer’s Market… They sell Zappa’s stuff.”
A few heads slowly nod in agreement, and turn in the general direction of the Pier Plaza; reluctantly breaking free of the weakened energy field still emanating from the Diner.
As they saunter off to the pier, I have a sudden craving. . . for a Mud Shark Mango Muffin.
Times are hard.
See you next year, freaks.
¹ Miconazole is the active ingredient in Desenex; it is an antifungal agent, relieves itching and burning, and is used for skin infections such as athlete’s foot, jock itch, and vaginal yeast infections. The medication is sometimes prescribed for other uses.
This is what happens when the health inspector puts her palm out and says Keep It Greasy, and the palm is not kept greasy.