Rocky Mountain oysters aren't for the squeamish and quite recently the sight of them wasn't for breakfast at Manny's either.
Since Manny's Steakhouse moved into a street location adjacent to the W hotel, there have been complaints about a portrait of a bull that was hung in the entry, even at its previous location. It seems some people are offended by the sight of those parts that make a bull, well, bullsey.
I am not bulling you.
So Manny's crew outfitted the bull portrait with a thick swath of studded black leather. Cover.
"It's very butchy," laughed Phil Roberts, partner of Parasole Restaurant Holdings. "Prior to opening they wanted him [Mr. Bull] covered during the breakfast hours. The funny part of this is that it's naughtier with the [leather] strap than it is without. That's what they don't get."
Roberts does not know exactly from whom the complaints came, but he's come up with his own profile: "Probably some bed-wetting male or some Birkenstock-wearing female with a gauze skirt. Or somebody who's generally just wound too frigging tight."
While it's true that Mr. Bull could used a pair of boxer briefs (thank you, I'll be here all week, don't forget to tip your waitron even though I updated Lizz Winstead's 20-year-old Great Dane joke), there is a simple, mature visual solution. LOOK HIM IN THE EYES!
It's a painting, not a real bull. Speaking of which, this is the Midwest. Farm country. Bovine with testicles, aka bulls, are not an uncommon sight outside downtown Minneapolis.
