The phrase, "Prune Danish" sounds really funny to me. Don't know why. It may be because of an older gentleman in NYC who used to order one every time I ever saw him in that particular restaurant. He would get a faraway look in his eyes when the fellow behind the counter asked what he wanted, then he would ponder the question for ten or fifteen seconds and reply, "Prune Danish and a coffee." Never heard him ask for any other kind of Danish. Always prune. And a coffee.