You know what’s rare? An all glass house with glass walls, floors, and ceiling. It’s one of those structures that looks magnificent on the outside but is truly a nightmare on the inside because there is always the fear that it will all come crashing down in millions of dangerous shards. Unless you have curtains, everyone can see what is going on inside leading to privacy issues. Now this relates to the proverb that people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. When you are said to live in a glass house, you have weaknesses that are apparent on the outside. It is then not right to criticize others who have similar weaknesses because you end up being a hypocrite.
The Parlour is a little slice of heaven I have always loved to go to since I was a baby essentially. The ice cream there has never failed to satisfy me, with the Dare to be Great always the monster feat on the menu, the signature product that many have tried to conquer but have failed. This place has had its history of closings, renovations, reopenings, and financial troubles, but it still proves to be one of the more popular places to eat in my hometown. Even people from other states know about this little gem and probably come here when they visit Michigan. The one thing in this iconic place that has not been replaced through all these years is an old-fashioned jukebox or Wurlitzer, that stands in a corner near the entrance. I don’t think it works anymore but it is a symbol of the Parlour’s original 1950s roots.
The sheer hardness of the first glass is really being pronounced above and in the reflection. The screwdriver seeming to “sink” in a zig-zag manner down to an infinite bottom is also intriguing. Shadows are being cast in the background giving everything a nice 3D effect. There seems to be a flicker of a flame in the measuring cup as well. Oh, did you think I would forget about you, middle glass? The part on the stem of the glass that is brightest is amazing as well as the white lighting on the reflective underside. I think two evil looking, white hot, green rimmed eyes are staring at me on that stem and on the reflective side a smiling something can be seen. This looks maddeningly like a weird science experiment. The nightlife of a bar also comes to mind.