With Apologies to the Eagles and Cypress Hill

It has been one of those weeks. There's only one way to drown it out.


Is there really only one Google hit for "nomanomicron"?

Not any more.

Madonna Inn

When I mentioned where I lived to a colleague in Chicago, he said he still remembered staying at the Madonna Inn in the '70s, even which room. I said it was about 30 minutes from my house, but near the place I get Tubby's food. 

He told me I have to go, if only to see the bathroom. 

So on a food run tonight, I've stopped for dinner. I can't believe this place has been here and I've never bothered to stop by. The Madonna Inn is a large complex and has a steakhouse and a cafe. 

It's the night before Valentine's, so I'm at the Copper Café. It really is a copper café.

I'm sitting at the counter, but I think the booths would've awesome to bring someone for a bit of public privacy. 

The place is filled with stuff to look at, not to mention the fountains outside the building. 

The waitstaff was efficient and offered me plenty of refills in these heavy heavy glasses. 

The steakhouse menu was available even in the café, but I opted for the Monte Cristo.  

I've never had such a selection of jams for a Monte Cristo. The fries were perfectly crispy, too. This is a fun place I look forward to visiting again. 

Oh, the bathroom? The one in the café was ok, but nothing to write home about. It has interesting faucets. 

So I wandered over to the men's room under the steakhouse. The urinal is a waterfall cave: 

Interesting Vegetables from the Farmers Market

It's called Romanesco broccoli. And it's made of fractals!

I put mixed it into a pasta dish with loads of cream cheese, so I have not idea what it tastes like.

The only thing I really noticed is it had a crispier texture, closer to cauliflower.

And so a new painting begins...

In spite of yesterday's rain, I did get out to the shed and do a little canvas prep. I'm trying something I've never done before: an underpainting.