4:30 AM. Sunday, May 17. Been up since 3:30. Delirious. Time to write.
E and I went downtown today/yesterday for some delicious Clifton’s breakfast and a bit of fabric shopping. It’s only because I’m sleepy as heck that that last sentence isn’t full of enthusiastic adjectives. Because Holy Sweet Lordy do I love me some Clifton’s. And Holy Sweet Lordy do I love me some fabric. Our intention was to get out of the house early and get breakfasted and be finished by 11 am. But today/yesterday was our lucky day because we got invited to look around the forbidden third floor at Clifton’s! If you’ve never been to Clifton’s, let me share a bit with you.

Oh, look at that, a sweet, old fashioned bakery slash restaurant. BUT NO. This is but a facade of the glory that lies within. BEHOLD:

A forest wonderland.


Happy bears. When I miss Disneyland I come here. So now it will make a little more sense to you when I talk about my cravings for Clifton’s. It’s not just the food. Although, come on, cafeteria style rocks. Any place you can add confetti jello to a tray full of turkey, mashed potatoes, and french toast at 8 am is five stars in my books. Today I played it safe. I had pancakes, sausage, and bread pudding. I got a little crazy and tried the quiche. Not bad.
Anyway, now maybe it will make a little more sense to you when I say we’ve been dying to get a look at the third floor, which you can see a sneaky sliver of from the bottom of the stairs, making all the more enticing and forbidden-looking. So here’s where we’ll be having our fiftieth anniversary party, in forty-seven years.

Yep, it’s the same restaurant. And yes, that wallpaper is flocked.

They’ve got tons of memorabilia from some of the other Clifton’s- all themed differently! They also have some incredible portraits of the Cliftons.

Impressive, huh?

Try finding that building on 7th and Broadway.
Oh yeah, and afterwards I bought some more awesome fabrics. I will leave you in suspense about what they look like, but I will say that I spent a good four hours hunting down a decent bargain on cotton twill tape only to decide that I’d rather buy it online anyway. A hundred dollars for fifty yards of tape that man wanted to charge me! HA! I laughed at him and left.
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