All-American day

It's Halloween! To celebrate this most American of holidays Mat and I went out to The Royal Cafe for brunch ("king of breakfast, lunch and kitsch," according to its reviews). From there we continued the fun with some ten-pin bowling, once again embarrassing ourselves while the day trippers from the local old people's home reeled off strike after strike beside us.

In the wider world, politics is hotting up with the election scant days away. Down the road a volunteer call centre has been set up where you can call innocent people in far away swing states and try to get them to vote Democrat. I'm tempted. I'm sure a British accent telling them to vote Obama would do wonders for his campaign.



The Royal Cafe, lost in the 50s.



Mat and his breakfast.



My cheddar, bacon and avocado omelete. "All omeletes are steamed and not fried," the menu proclaims, so that's alright.



The dude.



Nice technique.



We're trying to!



Not long now.



The pumpkins have come out against Prop 8. Could they swing it?