Ein: Louisville

Any initial qualms I had about subjecting myself to a hearty batch of southern folk have been soothed.
...Maybe it's the fact that so far Joey and I have found that southern hospitality extends from the twang-blaring gas stations that probably sell rounds of shot to the dark corners of clubs.

We busted in to Louisville yesterday evening, just in time for dinner. We started at the Bluegrass Brewing Co., a comfy little establishment that, according to my partner in crime, seems like a place where a large group of intellectual friends should gather to talk.

The food was great (I had a homemade spinach & walnut burger w/garlic fries); the beer was phenomenal. I had a raspberry meade and some blond ale-ish thing. I could've guzzled a gallon of the raspberry stuff. It was like juice. Beer flavored juice.

After dinner Joey and I set off for some after-dinner drinks and such. We chillaxed at the Maker's Mark lounge where I had my first Mint Julep. Bring on the derby hats and horses, baby!

We hit the streets, stumbling (not literally) upon a crazy little punk band from Florida that was playing at a little hole-in-the-wall that had some slammin' art work, including a painting of Max from Get Smart that I fell in love with. Oohhhh Max!

We're about to head out now; we've got a tour of the Maker's Mark distillery and a visit to Bardstown in the work.

x's and o's!