Eddie Rocket’s is a Johnny Rockets-themed restaurant. There’s no other way to put it. It’s not 50’s-themed. It’s not American-themed. It’s Johnny-themed.
The Eddie Rocket’s homepage is worth a thorough read, especially the page with “Eddie’s” biography. According to the website, the “curious case of Eddie Rocket” began 21 years ago in 1989, which goes to show just how often this site is updated. Eddie was born to Irish parents, but “always had an overwhelming obsession with fifties, feel good America.” He is also “fanatical about rockets, astronauts and Cape Canaveral.” The dear lad enjoys dispensing bits of wisdom, like this beautiful little nugget:
If you’re dining with small children, don’t forget to check out Eddie’s kiddie coloring sheets, complete with advertisements for “Back to the Future’s” 2010 re-release.
Here’s the interior:
Now, you don’t usually go to Eddie Rocket’s for the food. It is honestly very good food, but it’s so expensive that many Irish have taken to calling the chain “Empty Pockets.” No, you go to Eddie Rocket’s for the experience.
Probably my favorite thing about the House of Ed is the menus. Apart from those little yellow bursts of joy up there, we have more of those fifties-ified faces in all manner of severe discomfort and/or the Kübler-Ross Five Stages of Grief:
…and even more examples from their fabulous website:
Their wall art is impeccable:
Eddie Rocket’s might be as far from the fifties as a traditional Bavarian meadow dance, but damn if they’ve got one aspect down to a tee: Crippling paranoia. Seriously, just take a look at their napkins:
I’m not just pulling at straws for comedic effect: Check out their wall-o-surveillance, cheerily displayed right next to the front door:
After rockin’ with the Rocket, everything – no matter how quaint or innocent – just feels wrong somehow.
But again, at least the food is good. If you don’t believe me, just ask their American celebrity fans “Miss Miley Cyrus” and “Mister Eminem.” I’m sure they’ll back me up.