Whoops! Rushing through here, but I didn’t even finish my Central Coast trip reflections. Never to worry – it’s now Thursday evening EST, which is about the worst day and time to publish content, so I’ll just finish this up right now, no harm/no foul.
Perhaps you have heard of this “world-famous” (side note: Why are they adding that epithet to everything? It seems like if you have to dub yourself world-famous, maybe the term is a bit premature/aspirational …) urinal. Weird Al tossed off a random reference to it in his Central Coast-set song “Take Me Down.” But don’t take my/Al’s word for it! How about this description, allegedly from official Madonna Inn literature, and reproduced from the incredibly its-name-says-it-all Web site, urinal.net:
A trip to San Luis Obispo wouldn’t be complete without visiting the men’s room at the Madonna Inn. As crazy as it sounds, this room is a popular stop for both men and women. Unfortunately, if you’re a man and need to use this for it’s original purpose, be prepared to be interrupted by giggling women with cameras. Madonna Inn is a motel with each room having its own theme (like the caveman room). … Once you enter the main building, go down the staircase at the right. This will take you to the wine cellar, and pay phone in the Flintstones-like rock cave. The men’s restroom is to the left. Here you’ll find the attraction… a urinal that looks like a waterfall which is activated when you break a beam of light. Yep, that’s it!
Very cheery end to that paragraph. The same Web page also includes a giddy description of another Madonna Inn bathroom, this one featuring a copper trough and water wheel. There is a lot of urea lust on that page.
And finally, I must share our discovery. Before going on this trip, my old boss had recommended that we visit Super-Rica, an unassuming taqueria that attracts both people who have been going there out of habit for years and a new crowd drawn in by the social proof of said ever-present crowds. But as we drove back through Santa Barbara, we veered across the street instead, to the previously noted Los Agaves, which, in addition to its fab and well-stocked fresh salsa bar, of course had the added benefit of being a place we’ve already visited in this relationship, years ago, so — nostalgia!
In our quest to try something new, we got the molcajete, a much-hyped specialty of the place that’s basically a soup/stew served nearly boiling, featuring meats, vegetables and avocado. SO. Delish. Why is this item not on every menu? (And for that matter, where is my ever-present tub of habañero sauce?)