You have just landed on the Pelican Café. When I was a kid growing up in Madison, Wisconsin and everyone called me Gus, I spent many an hour in the dishrooms and kitchens of the various restaurants up and down State Street. There I gathered up the tips and meager wages and left covered in that grease that only working in a restaurant can cover you with. I would stagger down the street for the record stores to buy cutout albums of jazz greats I knew nothing about... Milt Jackson, Dexter Gordon, Sonny Stitt come to mind. But I digress. What I meant to say from the beginning is that anyone who has every worked in a restaurant always has in the back of their mind - "maybe I will own one of these places one day." I know better. Instead I decided to open the Pelican Café. The hours are pretty much unlimited. The food is as good as whatever is in your refrigerator, and if you need something to drink, make a cup of tea.