Devil Monkey Boy

The signs on the tables say, in flowing script, "Ram Bam." Which is odd, since you generally don't see the name of the great medieval Jewish philosopher on the tables of New York eateries. Oh sure, there was that one time I saw "Maimonides" at Gray's Papaya, but frankly I blame the booze.

I pass a few more tables before I realize my mistake. "Raw Bar" not "Ram Bam." Raw, as in raw oysters. As in shellfish. As in bottomfeeders. As in decidedly unclean and un-K. Ram Bam would be pissed.

I can't help but laugh as it hits me. I am subconsciously sacrilegious.