We woke, after the jumping forward on the clock, to warmer temperatures than we saw all day yesterday. It even hit the mid50s in downtown Indy.
The niece had suggested another place for brunch, called Pichatou…err Patachou, and that was this “morning’s” venue.
It was the bomb. With pecan encrusted croissant French toast, and an omelette called “you can’t refuse”, which RR couldn’t refuse. We had mimosas, too.
Oh, yeah, the omelette came with cinnamon toast. Which was pretty good, as far as I could tell.
If you don’t know by now, Purdue lost the basketball game in an ugly performance, including like 17 turnovers and a free throw shooting percentage that is beyond bad (someone recently asked how the two Indiana teams are literally at the bottom of the Big Ten in free throw shooting when any decent high school kid in the state can make 3 out of 4 without even trying). Oh, yes, I have to mention the half time show which was somebody’s tumblers. They tumbled well. Not as bed as Friday’s red panda, but you can’t everything. :)
Then there was this poster in the men’s room:
“The better looking you get…You can thank us later” 😂. Karen 😂😂
Then the drive north and a quick visit with the parental unit in the morning before heading home.
Now, to the bracket…one thing to figure out is how Purdue ended up in Milwaukee and not back in Indy.