The Flatiron Cafe

The Flatiron Cafe in Jerome. Named, I assume, after the similarly shaped Flatiron Building in New York. Someone of wit lives here.

The town is full of art shops, used clothing stores seem popular; the eateries don't seem to be open Wednesday at 4, but the Jerome Brewery was. Tempting fare, but with the upcoming spirograph drive to Prescott, I limited myself to a single pint, a dark wheat ale. Tangy, nice bitter, flavorful; have to return to try the others.

As I left town, I switched from CD/MP3 player to radio while my phone charged; got a classic rock station from Flagstaff. It wasn't bad, but I'm always glad when I can choose my own music. Once my phone was rested, off went the radio and on went Traffic's "Low Spark of High Heeled Boys."