Rep. W.C. Hawley (left) and Sen. Reed Smoot (right) cement their infamous tariff bill of 1930.
F. Scott's speakeasy phrase for Nov. 11-15 is "Great Train Robbery." Say these words to your bartender to receive a complimentary warm house-made pretzel with brie-mustard sauce, along with $5 martinis, well drinks and house wine and half-price beers.
Since the tony Green Hills eatery usually picks a Jazz Age-themed password—they've already used "Great Gatsby" and "Betty Boop"—I'm guessing this week's promotional shibboleth refers to the groundbreaking Western film of 1903, not Britain's £2.6 million railroad heist of 1963.
Now that things are beginning to look more like the whimpering end days of the 1920s rather than the roaring earlier part of the decade, should we expect F. Scott's passwords to take a darker turn? For example, how long before a breathy whispering of "Works Progress" earns a bowl of soup or "Smoot-Hawley" gets you a discounted—albeit domestic—cocktail?
What other Depression-era words might the F. Scott's team employ?