Kødbyens Fiskebar

“That’s Pelzenstein, right?” said one guard of the New Mexico Correctional Facility to his partner as they were standing on the prison walkway, watching how some other guards were dragging away an old bearded guy from his cell right to death row.

“What did he commit?”

“Well, he was wearing red knickerbockers in a pet store on a sunday.”

“What? There’s death penalty on that?”

“Yeah, it’s a rather old law, everyone kind of forgot about it when knickerbocker came out of fashion. It seemed like he knew it and was doing it on purpose.”

“Wow. You know, some people are an open bock. And others are a box that you should never ever look into.”

The prison chaplain is approaching. With a light stumble, he asks the two guards: “You … you’re in charge of the last meal, right?”

“Right. What’s his wish?”

“Well, he wants the tasting menu from Kodbyens Fiskebar…. It’s in Copenhagen.”

“Copenhagen, Louisiana?”

“No, Copenhagen, Denmark. He said it’s his favorite restaurant worldwide. The fish there is just on another level.”

“I don’t care how the fish is there. How should we get to Denmark? Remember Covid-19 20 years ago. The travel restrictions are still in place.”

Suddenly the face of the other guard lights up. “Maybe that’s why he did it.”

“Did what?”

“The knickerbocker thing in the pet store. The last meal was his only chance to ever eat their food again.”

“Motherfucking Pelzenstein, this isn’t Shawshank Redemption here. I won’t let this knickerbocker-kingpin waste my time her. I’ll ask President Ivanka if she will grant him amnesty. What’s her Tik-Tok name again?”

“@icame.isaw.ivanka”