Yesterday for mom's birthday lunch, we went to a restaurant with dead animals on the inside and dead animal parts on the outside.


The iced tea came in jars.



Bed pans hung over the tables.


Mom enjoyed the peanuts.


Rich would have enjoyed himself more if I had stopped taking photos.


The half-sign on the left says MYLAN when in full view.



This is all the enthusiasm that I harbor when taken to a restaurant where peanut shells can be discarded on the floor.