Last week, I decided that if I really wanted to get serious about Papyrus hunting, I needed to take my patrolling to the big city. So I grabbed my equipment – my camera, my Papyrus-binoculars, and a package of Twizzlers Pull-n-peel – and I hopped a train to the Big Apple. Almost immediately after I stepped off the train in Grand Central Station, I spotted Papyrus…
Papyrus Store - New York City
Unfortunately, it was only the store, which is stupid enough to name itself after the most overused font in the world, but smart enough to not make use of the most overused font in the world. I slumped my shoulders and took to the streets. I hailed a taxi cab and asked the driver to take me to the nearest “Papyrus offender,” but he didn’t seem to understand my thick American accent. So instead, I decided that I would walk the streets alone. Sure enough, just moments later as I walked from Central Park toward Lincoln Plaza, the scent of Papyrus loomed ominously in the air. I looked up and sure enough there was sign for O’Neal’s Restaurant, written in 100%, unadulterated Papyrus.
O'Neals Restaurant - New York City
I quickly snapped a photograph, then I proceded to stand in the doorway of the restaurant during the dinner rush telling their potential clientele that they should dine in a location with a better taste in font and aesthetic. After I was escorted from the restaurant by two security officers, I took a cab back to Grand Central Station and caught the next train home. I would say that my first Papyrus hunt in New York was a success – here’s to hoping it was only the first of many hunts in the Big Apple.
