Explorovore
Feb. 26th, 2011 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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elalyr ran across this post on Marksbury Farm. It's a local meat processing facility about 45 minutes south of Lexington that recently opened a retail shop. Today, we went exploring to see what we could see.
The retail shop is smaller than we expected - really, just a butcher's counter and two small rooms. Almost everything had the Kentucky Proud logo. We didn't feel confident in our ability to exploit the local steaks, but we did come away with a dozen eggs, some fresh three cheese and spinach ravioli (truly authentic Kentucky fare... heh), some grits from a mill in Midway, and the last loaf of today's fresh sourdough bread.
When we got done, it was close enough to lunchtime that we decided to just drive the last few miles to Danville rather than returning home. I've driven through Danville many a time on the way down to Casey County, but I'd only stopped for gas, snacks, and ammunition, so I wasn't all that familiar with the town. Needless to say, we were a bit surprised to see a couple dozen well-restored old Fords parked along Main Street:
(Yes, I took this from the driver's seat. No, I wasn't driving at the time. Note the parking spaces reflected in the mirror. See? Safely stopped.)
Urbanspoon was most uncooperative with restaurant reviews, so we took a chance on The Hub, figuring that the college coffee house couldn't be entirely horrible. We got lucky. The missus devoured some sort of panini involving chicken, red onion, cheese, and tzatziki dipping sauce. I had a panini with turkey, tomato, cream cheese, and pesto, which I have to admit is a combination that never would have occurred to me. It worked, though.
Thus fortified, we continued down Main Street to Constitution Square. Sadly, all of the reproduction colonial-era buildings were locked up. We drowned our sorrows at a local bakery, then headed back to our car. Along the way, we encountered more vintage Fords:
... and a most unusual sculpture:
All in all, an excellent little trip.
Now for sloth.
elalyr ran across this post on Marksbury Farm. It's a local meat processing facility about 45 minutes south of Lexington that recently opened a retail shop. Today, we went exploring to see what we could see.The retail shop is smaller than we expected - really, just a butcher's counter and two small rooms. Almost everything had the Kentucky Proud logo. We didn't feel confident in our ability to exploit the local steaks, but we did come away with a dozen eggs, some fresh three cheese and spinach ravioli (truly authentic Kentucky fare... heh), some grits from a mill in Midway, and the last loaf of today's fresh sourdough bread.
When we got done, it was close enough to lunchtime that we decided to just drive the last few miles to Danville rather than returning home. I've driven through Danville many a time on the way down to Casey County, but I'd only stopped for gas, snacks, and ammunition, so I wasn't all that familiar with the town. Needless to say, we were a bit surprised to see a couple dozen well-restored old Fords parked along Main Street:
(Yes, I took this from the driver's seat. No, I wasn't driving at the time. Note the parking spaces reflected in the mirror. See? Safely stopped.)
Urbanspoon was most uncooperative with restaurant reviews, so we took a chance on The Hub, figuring that the college coffee house couldn't be entirely horrible. We got lucky. The missus devoured some sort of panini involving chicken, red onion, cheese, and tzatziki dipping sauce. I had a panini with turkey, tomato, cream cheese, and pesto, which I have to admit is a combination that never would have occurred to me. It worked, though.
Thus fortified, we continued down Main Street to Constitution Square. Sadly, all of the reproduction colonial-era buildings were locked up. We drowned our sorrows at a local bakery, then headed back to our car. Along the way, we encountered more vintage Fords:
... and a most unusual sculpture:
All in all, an excellent little trip.
Now for sloth.