Today we went to a restaurant called Hemingway’s. I liked the food there as much as I like the author, which is not at all. Everything we ordered was just as heavy and unpalatable as Hemingway’s prose.
What I really wanted to share about this restaurant, though, was what I saw in the bathroom. This is what one of the walls looks like:
And this is the other wall:
Neither inscription seems all that appropriate in a ladies’ bathroom. Then, however, the place redeemed itself because this is what I found next to the mirror:
A photo like this makes a lot of sense in a town where even this kind of butt has to be defended from people willing to grab it:
I’ve had a brutal day today and so I had to roll out the big guns of self-help in the form of toilet humor.