The pantry. M-M.

A couple of us went to the Original Pantry Cafe' today. its a cafe' in downtown L.A., that has served meat 'n taters for years. the rumor has it that it hasn't closed or been without a customer for years. there's no portion control. no weighing here. just a spatula load of potatoes. m-m. the sourdough toast? oh my word. the coffee? standard restaurant coffee. good, strong and smooth, served (endlessly) in heavy china mugs, just the way God intended.



the two of us ordered ham and cheese omlettes and potatoes. (with sourdough toast--which was incredible--and coffee) Here it is on the griddle. nuthin' healthy about that.



and then on the plate. food. gasm.



the plate about a half hour later:




i'm stuffed. no need for dinner.


Oh, and this is the power service to the building (hopefully it's been modified since then...)

Windscreen for a mic

the "model number" is an industry joke referring to acoustic accessories (sound absorption devices)

Them's a Bunch O' Windmills.

Heh.

From Here. Fun stuff.

Think.

the sign they used to give people @ IBM. pertinent today, you "think"?