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Gay Pride

I have a brother and three brothers-in-law, all under the age of 32, so even though I live in a very female household with my partner Sarah and our two girl pets, I consider myself in touch with boys. Well, I guess I should qualify that—I feel very in touch with bad boy humor. It’s not something I’m entirely proud of, but there you have it.

In any case, I was walking down Grant Ave. today through Chinatown on my way to an interview when I happened to pass a sign for a restaurant advertising their early dinner special. First item on the menu?

Small homos plate.



I didn’t have my camera with me, so I called my intrepid editorial assistant, Roxanne, who went to investigate. I’m not sure that she thought it was as funny as I did, but she played along. And just because she’s the greatest (really, truly, the greatest—I hope her mom is reading this) she even did some research for me. Turns out the restaurant in question is a Jewish restaurant, and homos is actually a variant spelling of hummus, which I’ve also seen spelled hommos, hamos, houmous, hommos, hommus, hummos, hummous or humus. But I have to say, I’ve never seen it spelled “homos.” You learn something new everyday. Do you think they offer a discount during gay pride?

OK--back to regularly scheduled programming.