Why drop eighty or a hundred bones on a buzz at the infield? That's right, no one wants to do that. Smash something before you get there so you'll have the head start that saves your pocket a few chucks.
This damn snow keeps hanging around, but let me paint a picture for you from a Germantown summer's perspective. During the grey winter months when the ground is frozen and the deciduous trees are bare, motionless, and dormant, I often find myself daydreaming of plush summers. Summers that blow the captivating mulberry tree's breeze passed our nostrils, while its fruit speckle stains the walkways of our backyards...
Brother Ali said it best in his song Room With a View when he dropped lines like, "I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from, pen starts to write on its own, my minds numb, but you can call me a modern urban Norman Rockwell, because I paint a picture of the spot well." With a platform such as this, and a free range to let go, that's my only objective. Sure, introducing you to new restaurants and venues around the town is expected, but painting a picture so that you can grasp it with your senses, as you see, smell, and hear the things that I write about is what you can guarantee.
While it seems that these days the trend has shifted from clubby spots serving overpriced drinks and watered down entertainment, The Zeppelin Cafe flies under the weak sauce radar, and stays true to what is both good and great about neighborhood bars that still double as a cafe, serve a stiff drink, and provide that home away from home feeling.
A neighborhood bar that stands up firm against the sands of time, with a new vibrancy and clientele. Yesteryear's biker bar and piss stained sidewalks transformed over the years into the new place to go, have a drink, and catch a live local show.
The over-eating, over-drinking, and overall indulging of everything that the weekend of the Kentucky Derby has to offer us Louisvillians tends to leave us all a bit drained and worthless come the Sunday afterward.