“Meet me in St. Louis, Louis/Meet me at the fair/Don’t tell me the lights are shining anyplace but there”*
Posted on October 9, 2006 - Filed Under Uncategorized
*Meet Me in St. Louis by Judy Garland.
Today we drove from 10am until 6pm; losing the hour in the time zone change meant we drove for a total of 9 hours. We covered about 470 miles. It was another long drive. The Magpie and animals once again did fine. The hotel here is called the Drury (pronounced like brewery but with a d) Inn and is very nice, i.e. free drinks from 5:30 to 7pm and a free full breakfast in the morning. Yeah, it’s a little more expensive than La Quinta (where we were last night) but overall, it’s much better.
St. Louis, or what we saw of it, seems to be a pretty typical city–nice downtown but really bad outlying areas. I mean, buildings falling down and long abandoned industrial sites. Pretty depressing. We didn’t get our ribs for two reasons: 1. Apparently the legend of St. Louis is really a myth. We asked several people and no one knew what to say about where to go. 2. We were really weary from the road and just wanted to relax. Oh well, no big loss.
Tomorrow, we head to Kansas City. It should only take about seven hours, so that’ll make for a much less tired family. I’m looking forward to that.
We took a couple pictures (the Arch, etc.) and will get them up as soon as we can.
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I’m glad eveyone is doing well duting this journey were thinking about you all. BE SAFE!!!!!!
JILL
I was always told that St. Louis’s signature dish was “toasted ravioli.” Or possible Ted Drewe’s custard.
Glad you guys are doing well. Enjoy driving across Central Missouri!
Jill–
Yeah, yeah. Being a mama, I know you have to encourage the safety thing. But if I had a dollar for everytime someone said to be safe, I’d have enough money to stop off at Home Depot, buy a grill, stop in at a cattle ranch, buy some ribs, and make my own damn St. Louis ribs.
James–
As alluded to above, we always thought it was ribs. We must have asked a half dozen people and not a single one could tell us where to go. I think it may be something restuarants else where say to make their ribs sound ‘cool.’