HA!  I came across this lucrative sidewalk teaser yesterday afternoon, in front of Obao [222 E. 53rd St., NYC].

Where do I begin? Is it the strange-out-of-nowhere toupée “joke”? Is it the poor grammar and misspelled words?  Or is it the convoluted assumption that this marketing technique will actually convince anyone to patronize said happy hour? Do I want to hang out at Asian fusion restaurants where people get so wild that their toupées get tossed around and left behind?

Well, ahem, actually…$14.95 for unlimited brewskis AND appetizers? For two solid hours?

I’ve actually been to Obao a few times and it’s not too shabby. Don’t bring your foreign exchange student here for a sentimental taste of home or anything…but the Clay Pot Ginger Chicken($14) and Singapore Laksa($10) are well done, and enough to conjure up memories of  trudging through Southeast Asia with a sweaty backpack.

Can someone from Obao give me a call? If you want snarky sidewalk humor, allow me to offer my consulting services.