A Formal Apology
I hereby issue a my sincere apology
to the city of
as I now realize:
You are awesome.
It's always hard to describe in words an experience,
but after a day in Louisville
I feel incredibly patriotic.
Unlike many southern towns where the
spirit of the heartland is so obvious...
Louisville's combination of
incredible American architecture,
and subtle hipster vibe
mixes to create an effortlessly beautiful picture
of the American Dream.
Dinner was at
where I dined solo.
(I really don't prefer this,
but when I'm on business,
I''ll make the trade over room service.)
Who knew Louisville could get gnocchi so right?
I couldn't say no to a side of their grits,
and I'm quite glad I didn't.
The service was unassumingly friendly,
and the atmosphere was of
a sparkling metropolitan hot spot.
Compliments to Chef
directing an amazing menu.
As if the spring weather wasn't
the perfect setting for my day,
I hit the jackpot
by running into this little beauty
while walking along Bardstown Road.
If not divinely timed to my recent realization
of this American's city innate ability
to bring southern history into today.
I think this picture says it best.
The owner tied up his steed,
and walked straight into a tattoo parlour.