Andrew Mudd
Iowa Politics
I'm working on getting a decent lighting rig in my apartment. So this is a test.
This is a coffee mug. From the Hamburg Inn No. 2 in Iowa City, Iowa. If you're a follower of politics, you may have seen this restaurant once every four years or so when a number of politicians descend upon various population centers in Iowa as they vie for the early gratification that success in the Iowa Caucuses provides.
For breakfast, I had the hawkeye hog omelet. It was good, containing sausage, American cheese and hash browns. The hash browns were actually inside the omelet, a situation about which I'm not entirely convinced. Personally, I'd have rather had the hash browns on the side, allowing more room inside the omelet for a second and possibly third meat (more on that momentarily). Also, calling something "hog" generally implies that there are going to be a lot of pig-sourced ingredients in it. Considering that there was only sausage--and not very much sausage, at that--I don't really think that the particular omelet is deserving of bearing the "hog" moniker. I'd have liked to see some cubed ham and some crumbled bacon. That being said, the sausage that was in it was easily some of the best breakfast sausage I've ever had. Not greasy, perfectly seasoned, slightly crispy around the edges. Very good stuff.
While we were eating breakfast there, congressman Jay Inslee came by our table to encourage us to caucus--and eventually vote--for Hilary Clinton. The odds of running into a congressman while you're eating breakfast--even at the Hamburg Inn on caucus day--seem fairly high against. The odds of running into a congressman from your home state, from the district that's immediately south of the city in which you live seem fairly astronomical. But these are the sorts of things that happen in the magical land of Iowa.
For the record, we (I) did not steal this mug. Betsy did, in fact, pay for it. I didn't understand it, either. When I found it in her purse, I said, "Oh, hey! You stole a mug. That's awesome."
And she replied, "No, I paid for it." I stared at her for a few minutes, uncomprehending.
* This was taken at my apartment, not the Hamburg Inn. However, I mapped it as the Hamburg Inn so that you may more easily find other Hamburg Inn photographs. You're welcome.
Iowa Politics
I'm working on getting a decent lighting rig in my apartment. So this is a test.
This is a coffee mug. From the Hamburg Inn No. 2 in Iowa City, Iowa. If you're a follower of politics, you may have seen this restaurant once every four years or so when a number of politicians descend upon various population centers in Iowa as they vie for the early gratification that success in the Iowa Caucuses provides.
For breakfast, I had the hawkeye hog omelet. It was good, containing sausage, American cheese and hash browns. The hash browns were actually inside the omelet, a situation about which I'm not entirely convinced. Personally, I'd have rather had the hash browns on the side, allowing more room inside the omelet for a second and possibly third meat (more on that momentarily). Also, calling something "hog" generally implies that there are going to be a lot of pig-sourced ingredients in it. Considering that there was only sausage--and not very much sausage, at that--I don't really think that the particular omelet is deserving of bearing the "hog" moniker. I'd have liked to see some cubed ham and some crumbled bacon. That being said, the sausage that was in it was easily some of the best breakfast sausage I've ever had. Not greasy, perfectly seasoned, slightly crispy around the edges. Very good stuff.
While we were eating breakfast there, congressman Jay Inslee came by our table to encourage us to caucus--and eventually vote--for Hilary Clinton. The odds of running into a congressman while you're eating breakfast--even at the Hamburg Inn on caucus day--seem fairly high against. The odds of running into a congressman from your home state, from the district that's immediately south of the city in which you live seem fairly astronomical. But these are the sorts of things that happen in the magical land of Iowa.
For the record, we (I) did not steal this mug. Betsy did, in fact, pay for it. I didn't understand it, either. When I found it in her purse, I said, "Oh, hey! You stole a mug. That's awesome."
And she replied, "No, I paid for it." I stared at her for a few minutes, uncomprehending.
* This was taken at my apartment, not the Hamburg Inn. However, I mapped it as the Hamburg Inn so that you may more easily find other Hamburg Inn photographs. You're welcome.