We held Janie Day at a different restaurant this month: down the street from our regular place. We decided to try Ramiro’s Mexican restaurant, and it was wonderful! And it had doors!
There were also doors on the way, because we met at Vint and walked the two blocks to the restaurant. UnAmerican of us to walk when I have a perfectly good car, but this was Frankfort Avenue in Louisville, Kentucky, and they’re all pinkos on The Avenue, ya know.
So I took some snappies on the way:
El Mundo is acrossa street from Ramiro’s. Jane and I went in once, and it smelled funky, so we left. But it’s outside is painted purty.
Oh! These things are like Dan‘s Lime Bikes, only they’re motorized scooters. Jane’s brother says authorized peeps pick various ones up and take them home and charge them (for a price, Ugarte, for a price). Coo’!
So then we saw Ramiro’s.
And the door was open.
But we didn’t go in, because porch.
This porch is enclosed when it’s bad weather and not enclosed when it’s good weather. I tried to get a shot of how this is rigged, but shadows.
Of course I eventually had to go in (bladder the size of a peanut). So I got you this:
The waiter asked if any of us needed to-go boxes. My companions did, but I did not. I said, “Are you familiar with the American expression…” and I snorted like a pig. He was not familiar with it, so we explained it. He laughed and assured me he had seen people eat much more. I left him a big tip.
Thursday Doors is the brainchild of Norm Frampton, photographer extraordinaire. I don’t know whether or not he’s back from vacation. At any rate, visit his web site, enjoy his wonderful photographs, and either follow the link to the host(ess) for this week or click on the blue frog link on Norm’s site. The blue frog link will admit you to a world of doors!
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Have a character eat on the porch.