We had some driving around to do, as Weston was a nice little town but we didn’t see any signs and no one we stopped to ask knew anything about this ball of string! I didn’t even get exact directions to the location of the ball of string figuring for sure we would see signs or something – but no, nothing. We found a coffee shop in downtown Weston that had internet, and looked up the exact location of the elusive ball of sting, starting to fear the internet may have lied. Luckily, the internet came through for us and turns out it was just up the street in a building that is now an Irish Pub.
We drove to the pub and asked a waitress about the ball of string and she kind of laughed (more like scoffed or snickered, possibly even sneered) and pointed to the back of the outdoor patio area where there was an unused alcove stage area. And sitting there, ungloriously plunked in the corner, was our ball of string.
How disappointing and anti-climatic. We snapped our pictures and took off ASAP, feeling like everyone was annoyed at us being there for that stupid ball of string.
As you can tell, there are quite a few restaurants we planned to visit en route, and we’ve basically been eating our way across the country. Not saying I’m proud of it…but I like food and the United States certainly has a lot to offer so we want to try the best and most authentic regional food possible. So on that note…we had planned on stopping at a BBQ joint in KC that I saw on Triple D and that got really good reviews. Well, as luck would have it, the one thing I did not check was if it was open on Sunday – which it wasn’t. I totally forgot we would be there on a Sunday…I lose all track of time on these road trips and if I don’t keep up to date with my itinerary or blog, I sometimes don’t know what day it is. All was not lost though! Thanks to some sound advice from my friend Cory, who also has a hankering for southern cookin’ and BBQ, we went instead to Arthur Bryant’s BBQ.
Thankfully it was open, and even though it was a Sunday afternoon so there wasn’t much open as we drove through the “jazz district” to get there, and there was really nothing else around the restaurant…this place was busy and the parking lot was full of cars. Always a good sign! We got to the counter and grabbed our plate…then stared at the menu above us for a few minutes trying to decide what to get. We did the usual, and asked the people around us what’s their favourite item on the menu, but everyone just said everything was good! Nick got the BBQ rib tips and I got a pulled pork sandwich, with 3 types of BBQ sauce on the table when we sat down.
Spunky gobbled up his food because it was so good!
With our bellies full, we drove the rest of the way to St. Louis to meet up with and stay with Nick’s cousin Nick. 2 Nick Kondis’s, very strange and confusing. It was great to see him and it was very cool for him to let us stay at his place in St. Louis. We went out later that night to a local hotspot for a custardy ice cream at XXX.
It certainly was a hotspot…the parking lot was packed and there were tons of people outside. Before we went home, we picked up some toasted ravioli that I was dying to try. I was told its sort of a St. Louis specialty, and that they all think its normal and that you can get it anywhere, but you really can’t. I have never heard of it or seen it on the menu anywhere else.
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