The other day my second grader announced that he had made a restaurant. Can you guess which restaurant it is?
If you look closely, you can see the name right above it – IAN – as in he made his very own Ian’s Pizza. My son (whom we affectionately call Groceries) has an everlasting love affair with Ian’s Pizza on State Street in Madison. If we lived in Madison, I suspect he’d be eating there every day. He was incredibly excited when one of the employees give him an Ian’s sticker which he proudly displays on his bedroom door. Sorry, no ‘S’ for the name, he ran out of room.
On the left side of the picture is the kitchen complete with counter, cash register, and pizza oven (the red box). There’s also a TV in the dining room which, although not strictly canonical, makes me chuckle.
Much like the real Ian’s Pizza, there are plenty of places to sit. Here’s a booth,
a table and chairs,