Wednesday, July 29, 2009

The Bluegrass State of Mind


Crossed into Kentucky at 2:18PM yesterday, 890 miles into my journey.

Spent last night eating, drinking and being merry (oh yeah, and getting my ass kicked in pool) with Drew Curtis and the lovely and charming Cheryl Robbins.

Seriously one of the best dinners I've had in a very long time -- at Baker's 360 in Lexington -- followed by a couple of glasses of obviously spectacular bourbon and a trip to a kick-ass dive bar that apparently used to be a firehouse. I really can't say enough about this place: nice people, green pastures, horses-a-plenty.

This morning it's coffee, breakfast, then back on the road.

Next stop, Cleveland.

14 comments:

Suzy said...

i can't believe you don't plan on finishing the deal and coming up 75 through detroit. my feelings are hurt. : ) be safe chez. the weather is very sucky up this-a-way.

Chez said...

Sorry, luv. Gotta start moving east. Although who knows on the way back.

Suzy said...

we were just talking about you the other night. we'd love to grab a drink with you. let me know if the trip back brings you our way.

jrm78 said...

Hey Chez, beware of the cops in Ohio. They are EVERYWHERE on the interstate there. One will get on the highway, drive the speed limit, and then when that cop gets off or does a u-turn, another cop is getting on or doing a Uie about a mile up the road. Totally lame state to drive through.

Have fun and safe travels.

Che Grovera said...

I'll second jrm78's observation on the joys of driving through Ohio. Keep in mind that you're driving at the end of the month, while the cops have both quotas and budget pressures being brought to bear. Oh wait, speed laws and traffic enforcement are all about safety. And the children. Or the puppies. Or something. Ever the wary cynic...

Since you're clearly taking such a direct route to your final destination, would it kill you to swing through Chicagoland?

Cheryl Robbins said...

Ha! Scratching on the eight does not an ass whoopin' make. I think a rematch is in order.

That dinner was absolutely divine, wasn't it? It's hard to pick a favorite part -- steak houses as they were intended to be by God, in stark contrast to the heresies speckled across the country with neo-nostalgic crap covering every inch of the interior walls. I've been ruined for other steaks now. Big thanks to Drew from me as well for being awesome and generous.

It was great to meet you and hang out over a couple cold (and room temperature) drinks, some grub, and soccer. It was an exceptionally short seven hours. Travel safe and big hugs!

Jeremy said...

I'll third jrm78 and Che Grovera...

Be very wary of little "towns" on the highways (the actual town will be separated from the highway by a huge stretch of soybean or corn fields), but as you pass through these areas that have been incorporated, the speed limit will inexplicably drop from 65 to 45, and they WILL give you a ticket as you are trying to slow down... more than once I've heard "clocked you doing 55 in a 45..." as one of these speed traps has snuck up on me.

MJG said...

Cleveburg? Just stay clear of East 12TH - your former boss, who you mentioned in previous posts, is news manager of WOIO 19/43. Bill Watzizname.

aironlater said...

So many great places to eat in Lexington. Unfortunately, it's about a 3-1/2 hour trip from my home, so I don't get out that way often. I only wish that the rest of the state were as cool as Lexington.

Fred said...

Stay out of North Royalton. I have personal experience that life energy sucking vampires reside there. My ex in-laws.

Anonymous said...

Ahhh Kentucky...the state you can smell when you enter...I kid though the Bourbon country smell is mighty powerful if you ain't expecting it. I did some time with a set of twins from there. Names were Will and Bill. How lazy is that? Their silly momma must not had the time to think to hard for them names. Their pappy ended up doing time for meth when a county mountie showed up to ask why the school system only knew of one of the boys. Seems one would go one week, the other the next. Naturally this set them off on the path that ended up putting us together. Neither could read nor write too good cept they both had the natural Kentuckian ability to palm booze. It didn't bother what you put in a jar or bottle, they could slap it on their palm, and like that, told ya within 2 proof what the alcohol content was. Some suspected witchcraft but those in the know knew it had something to do with the retention characteristics of the surface bubbles or some such nonsense. Good ol' boys to have rounds ya when you needed a batch of puno to make the worries blur away, especially after foolishly bouts how much time ya had left. As such it was...I ended up getting my freedom, whereas William and Billiam (as we liked to joke with em) were still working the serving line when I left. I always hoped them boys made it home to old Kentucky...back to the "farm" as they liked to call the decrepit trailer home in the middle of an overgrown field that they proudly showed off in old, faded Polaroids. That little shithole where they were conceived, raised, and most likely will die in after a drunken feud. Bah, I'm just gibbering like an old fool. Ignore this salty dog...

Max said...

Hey Chez, long time lurker. I was born 10 minutes from Cleveland, so make sure you hit the Warehouse District for your entertainment. There are some mighty fine joints there.

Sean said...

Cleveland! Sweeet Chez... Say hey when you drive by the Stadium.

cousinavi said...

At some point in the not so distant future, having hung out with Drew Curtis will be some sort of pure net cred.
Perhaps a little more obscure, but in that 'I shook Sinatra's hand' sort of thing.
Steaks, beer and pool. That's America.
Fark Ex Malcontents.