Feb 04 2009


Last week, when I was at the Convention in Sacramento, my sister came to visit and stayed a night in the hotel with me. We had a really nice time visiting, and actually got to talk, for once, because we had each left our significant others and children at home.

The next day, I took a break from my booth-sitting duties and we walked out to find some lunch. I think my sister saw it first, but we whipped out our cellphone cameras at the same time. I couldn’t get a clear enough picture because I was laughing so hard.

My sister dubbed it “Thee Cock-and-Balls Cafe.”

We ended up eating there anyway, which is how I got the menu.