Breakfast at Cafe Pretenchou with Shootin' Buddy. Roomie, who had been up all night reprogramming warp cores, came along.
The food was good, as always. The sleep-deprived entertainment was pretty droll. She was singing in the car on the way back, new lyrics to "If I Only Had A Brain", but kept faltering at the lack of an easy rhyme for "repugnant".
Pregnant?
ReplyDeletePungent?
Lug-nut?
Hey, don't look at me. I just woke up...
That's a damned fine-looking breakfast place, right there.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, with fresh eggs from my own hens, homemade venison sausage made from fresh venison harvested last week, and pan-fried onions over toast, with two mugs of fresh coffee, I think I might well have been a contender, this morning.
try working with "de fug nuts"
ReplyDeleteMatt, it's not like you are going to starve to death in Indianapolis. However, Broad Ripple and the outer ring (like 49th and Penn) is awash with breakfast choices.
ReplyDeleteHippie chicks and Obama voting must give you a Jones for breakfast or something. Maybe its that oil stuff they wear or maybe its a hard day of claiming the labor of others as your own?
Shootin' Buddy
Cafe Patachou is one of the few things I miss about living in Indy. That, and being able to get three times the house for half the price compared to SoCal.
ReplyDeleteShootin' Buddy,
ReplyDeleteI'm almost afraid to ask because I think I know the answer, but..."oil stuff"?
Not the MC 900' Jesus version, I imagine?
ReplyDeletekept faltering at the lack of an easy rhyme for "repugnant".
ReplyDeleteSlug nut.