Random Lunchtime Observation

Occasionally, I wander down to the nearest Cosi for lunch, there to get myself a salad so I can feel both healthy and ever-so-slightly smug.

My particular franchise is decorated with, among other things, several ginormous head-shot portraits of Jack Nicholson, done in bold lines and drab colours that, for whatever reason, somehow always put me in mind of Francisco Franco. One portrait is a side-profile, but the other is a full frontal, complete with detailed eyebrows, rumpled hair and a very large ceegar hanging out of Jack's clenched jaw.

Every time I go in, I ponder the possible reasons behind these paintings, but so far I am stumped. They certainly are not appetizing, in any event.