The Cat and the Custard Cup

Last night Clint and I finally went in and had dinner at a place that I’ve driven by a hundred times. And almost every time, I think to myself: I HAVE to go in there.  The name itself is enough to draw me in: “The Cat and the Custard Cup.”  Add the ivy covered English front,  and hand-painted-looking sign, and how could I resist?  The inside of the place exceeded my expectations.  It was decorated with old English furniture and fabrics.  I felt like I was stepping into an classy English pub.  In the middle of La Habra?!  I felt a little weird pulling out my pen and sketchbook, but I couldn’t resist with so much eye candy to look at.  But I was able to get most of the details drawn before our food arrived.  I took a quick picture with Clint’s camera for color reference, though I ended up painting from memory.  Will definitely have to go back for more.