Ramiro’s #ThursdayDoors

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:

and this:

and this:

You’re welcome.

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.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Ramiro’s #ThursdayDoors

  1. dan antion

    October 4, 2018 at 7:53am

    That’s a pretty good collection of doors. I like that you snagged them on the run, and kudos for trying to capture the way the porch is enclosed (I think I get it). Also thanks for the shot of the door hardware – you can never have too much of that stuff.

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  2. pm laberge

    October 4, 2018 at 10:44am

    That’s a fine passel of doors. And a fine meal. The big wooden fish over the doors is cool, too.
    Oink, Oink, Oink! They are calling me!

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  3. janet

    October 4, 2018 at 4:38pm

    Louisville has some mighty purty doors, doesn’t it? I always find it’s good if restaurants (and other buildings) have doors. Make it hard to get in or our otherwise. 🙂 I had to laugh at the idea of a to-go box so close to your trip to the ladies’ room. Just sayin’…that’s how my mind works sometimes.

    Happy Thursday!


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  4. Jean Reinhardt

    October 5, 2018 at 8:32am

    Lovely photos, Marian. The interior colour is so warm and inviting, I love Mexican food – think I’ll make a red bean curry tonight.

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    • Jean Reinhardt

      October 5, 2018 at 8:35am

      Oops! I meant to say ‘chili’ not ‘curry’ lol. Although I like Indian, too.

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      Marian Allen

      October 8, 2018 at 9:49am

      Red bean chili and also Indian food–You and I are on the same page! Yum!

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  5. Brenda Cox

    October 7, 2018 at 6:46am

    Looks like a lovely walk, enjoying the quaint buildings and doors. It’s nice to walk, we do a lot of that here in Hong Kong (no car). But I do miss my car sometimes. =) My granny was from near Louisville, Kentucky (I grew up in Fairfield, Ohio. Have a wonderful week ahead.

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      Marian Allen

      October 8, 2018 at 9:57am

      Oh, where was your granny from? Someplace in Kentucky, or Southern Indiana?

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  6. joey

    October 7, 2018 at 3:08pm

    Nice collection! I am pleased with the selections, bit of this and that. We once stopped at KFC, so hungry, on a road trip, and immediately left because HORK it smelled HORK like a grease trap HORK. That smell clung to my nose for many, many miles.

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      Marian Allen

      October 8, 2018 at 9:59am

      Coming from Louisville, I’m a grease snob. I love me a good greasy spoon restaurant. But old, rank, overused, burnt, and/or rancid grease…. As you so eloquently and precisely put it: HORK

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