I walked past Sol Aztecas (2350 Frankfort Ave.) a couple of times this week — yes, I left my house even though it was a billion degrees outdoors — and saw one of those chalkboard street signs advertising two-for-one margaritas. The sign isn't always out front, but when it is, I can't think of many better ways to prevent yourself from melting in this heat. Well, not walking outside is probably another good suggestion.

My wife and I moved into our Crescent Hill home Halloween night. Since then, every day after work I leave my downtown office and head to Frankfort Avenue, hoping to see people walking the neighborhood, like they did near my old Bardstown Road apartment. Since October, however, the street has seemed dead to me. Sometimes boring, even. Until last night. (Maybe there's some truth to seasonal affective disorder after all.) Yesterday, my evening commute proved Frankfort Avenue is the place to be when the sun is blazing.

El Mundo (2345 Frankfort Ave.): 

Bourbon and Garden event
Proof on Main
702 W. Main St.
Sept. 11, 6:30 p.m.