Frederick’s is a nifty little place in downtown (for a given value of “downtown”) Corydon. When we first moved here, it was Donahue’s, where Mom and I went three times a year for the best prime rib anybody ever ate. When Mr. Donahue retired, he took his recipes with him, dammit. But then a really good Mexican restaurant opened there. I don’t remember the name, because us locals call it El Donahue’s. Now it’s Frederick’s, which makes a killer-good breakfast and pretty good lunch. Closed for dinner.
ANYWAY, you know me and terlits (I’m a connoisseur), so I took a picture of the doors.
The alcove in the middle holds the sink for both Gentlemen and Ladies. I don’t know where the Hos and ManHos are supposed to go.
I also don’t know what’s painted on the wall inside the Gentlemen’s room (remiss of me — I’ll have to correct that sometime), but this is in the Ladies’.
The flowers are all leaning toward the Necessary Convenience, as if lending their aid to a ladylike denial of natural bodily functions. Charming.
This has been (just barely) part of Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors link-up. Visit Norm’s gorgeous blog, view his wonderful photographs, and click the blue frog link to enter a world of doors.
A WRITING PROMPT BASED ON MY POST: Write about flowers in surprising places.