Southwest of Cincinnati

[cbertsch]

I went out for brunch in Louisville today, at Lynn's Paradise Cafe, a place recommended by that former student of mine I met at the conference.

After days of eating late and badly -- the first night I was even forced to go to a Denny's that made the old Vallejo waterfront locale seem chic by comparison -- the excellence of the food was almost too much to bear.

But I survived, realizing along the way that my love of reliquified polenta with over-easy eggs swirled into them is basically a love for a classic Southern breakfast. Mmmmmm. I can't imagine a more satisfying -- or filling -- way to start the day, even if that starting takes place at 2:30pm. Did I mention that the biscuits were homemade and the coffee worthy of the Great Northern Hotel in Twin Peaks?

And I loved the decor of the place, although I must admit that the flat-panel screen above the men's room urinals was distressingly odd in that context.

Maybe I should get a painting of Louisville to hang above the ones in Modern Languages. It can cover up that perpetually reinscribed "No Mentoring Zone" grafitti.

Comments

[art-thirst.livejournal.com]

polenta? That looks like grits. Grits, eggs, biscuits, (no ham since I don't eat pork) and coffee. Sounds like a good breakfast. I love biscuits with butter fresh out of the oven!

Prickly

[bobo-amargo.livejournal.com]

The placing of that print, cacti at full mast, was, I'd bet my bottom dollar, altogether unconscious. As in _Brokeback Mountain_, there's no story here, only gritted teeth and nothing much coming out. Which makes me ask: what's the relation between being pee-shy and the lyric.

[zonaroja.livejournal.com]

I LOVE all of the discussion of grits! Before I even read these comments, I was thinking, yum, cheesy grits. My favorite.... but then of course you need fried catfish, hushpuppies and slaw as sides!