04 Dec A Completely Fictional Tale about Jack Astors

There once was a man named Jack Astoor, who always dreamed of opening up a restaurant. Growing up in Paris, he was used to fine Parisian dining, but he always dreamed of something bigger, something…better. Once he reached the ripe age of 27, he decided that his time had come to open his own restaurant, and so became the American-style dining of Jack Astoor’s.

The first week went by, and very few customers came in. The next week, even less. Jack could not understand why nobody wanted to try his delicious food. After all, who didn’t want greasy cheeseburgers, cheesy pasta, and overpriced cocktails?

As the months went on he eventually had to close the doors to his dream restaurant, unsure if he would ever be able to open another. A few weeks went by, and he heard his name being called out in a funny accent.

“Hey there, Mr.Astor, what ever happened to your delicious American-style eatery, eh?”

Before he had the chance to correct the plaid-clad man, an idea dawned on him.

*SIXTEEN YEARS LATER*

There are now over 70 Jack Astors Restaurant and Bar’s throughout Canada. The idea was so bad, it became good, and the simple people of Canada could not help but love the feisty servers, and short skirts, that came with the dining experience.

The silly vernacular helped to show people just how cool and hip Jack’s was, and the terrible music, played just a little too loud, kept them coming back for more. Need a headache? Just sit in Jack’s cocktail section! Want to be kept waiting for hours? Just pop on down on a Friday night with no reservation, they will be happy to make you wait while telling you it is, “just 5-10 minutes longer!”

THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY AN EMPLOYEE AT JACK ASTORS. IT IS NOT SPONSERED,