EAT ENOUGH HERE, END UP THERE

Imo's is the classic St. Louis pizza chain. Their product is quirky: cracker thin crust, coated with a cheese blend unique to here (if you are a local you know, if not it's incomprehensible) and cut into squares, not wedges. Pack down enough of it and you may end up at the massive Washington University Medical Center in the background. It goes way back from what you can see here. They keep me repaired from time to time.                   

STL DPB IN COSTA RICA - MADELEINE MONDAY

 

Happy to be at the end of the road. Dinner at Ellie’s favorite local restaurant, El Sapo (the toad), where they serve the kitty pizza. The kid is in heaven. She has her two lambies and a pair of plush sloths (there’s a concept) she talked me into buying her at the supermarket. One is tan, one is brown, and they are held together by velcro. She named them Costa and Rica.      

OH, AND I FORGOT - Saturday was this project’s 18th anniversary. 6,749 posts to date.     

PI DAY

March 14 is written as 3.14 in American date notation and,hence, Pi Day. My daughter makes a mean pesto pizza so I thought I'd mix mathematics with yummy flavors.

314 is the old central telephone code for St. Louis and so it's also 314 Day in this area. There were a number of activities to mark the occasion but we went to the symphony. Music director Stéphane Denève opened the program with the Ukrainian national anthem, for which the whole orchestra and audience stood. He concluded with music based on Russian folklore, The Firebird, hoping the harmonious blend of the two would signify something.                    

Pizza Head

A new mural on the restaurant strip of South Grand Boulevard.

Tomorrow will be this endeavor's 4,000th post.

Lunch And Math

There is a chain of upscale pizza restaurants based here called π. Clever. The family had lunch at the downtown branch after the women's march. I was more interested in a glass of iced tea, though, than the expression of a non-repeating, infinitely long ratio.

Once in a (very) great while I wonder how pi was discovered and calculated. The hunt has been going on for at least 4,000 years. Check here if you give a hoot. 

     

Arrival

What a day. Middle flight two hours late. Barely made the connection and the airline lost one of our bags. (It's been found but not delivered yet.) Turns out I needed medical attention. Weird, but taken care of. And then wind farms in the sea, followed by incomprehensible pizza boxes and fashion. Maybe after a good night's sleep...      

Pizza Night In Tamarindo

Well, some people liked yesterday's night pictures. I've walked back into the buzz saw at work so a few more quickies from the same evening.

These were taken at La Esquina, the place where yesterday's pizza cook portrait was taken. The entrance is in the middle photo, underneath a sign promoting the tiny grocery store next door - anything but super.

So now you know how to say pizza to go in Spanish.                        

Tamarindo Portraits

People shots around town:

The pizza maker at La Esquina.

Mr. Honey, a vendor at the weekly farmers market, Feria Tamarindo.

Three Italian guys on Playa Langosta. As happens so often, they saw my big camera and asked me to take their picture with their little camera. Then I got a few for myself.

Waiting for the fire dancers at Latitude Blue. Looks like a low-end version of the last supper. We had ours in the condo last night. Back to STL today, where it's really cold and snowing hard at the moment.

No local material so I'll stick with the tropics for a bit.