While I’m not sure the servers at Mozz knew I was a reviewer, I am sure of one thing: I wasn’t unnoticed. No one is. This restaurant presents itself as many things — a fine-dining establishment, a jazz venue, the Market Street Bar and the Mozz Bar — all of it sprawled across much of the first floor of the Cobalt Building on the corner of Market and Jackson streets.
Touring the Triangle immerses you in a near-overload of Louisville history — architectural, political and social. You’ll see a mix of housing types, architectural styles and exterior detailing unmatched in Louisville and rare in any city.
Walking is the bargain basement of the fitness world. It’s easy, affordable and doesn’t require fancy equipment. “All you need is pair of good shoes, motivation and an interesting place to walk,” says Angela Hollingsworth, who led walking groups for years as a health educator for Metro Louisville.
Walking Southern Parkway is like stepping back in time. Welcome to Mayberry, USA. On any given spring night, the sidewalks on both sides of the parkway and its side streets will be sprinkled with dog walkers, baby strollers, walking groups and serious runners.
The new location, directly across the street from the old one, sports not only 10 times more room but also a full liquor license, with a wisely chosen beer and wine list whose offerings pair well with spicy Asian food.
If you need proof that the Dundee Tavern is a true neighborhood hangout, consider the fact that one of the bar’s high-definition televisions was tuned to Wheel of Fortune on a recent Monday night — and patrons were actually trying to solve the puzzles.
The heads of Back Door regulars are painted on the wall opposite the bar, and it sort of looks like the Sgt. Pepper’s album cover. Up in the painted clouds, four women are depicted in halos and wings, and when you ask the bartender if those are patrons who’ve passed away, she laughs and says, “Everybody asks that. They just like to drink Rosangel tequila.”
To my recollection, high school prom was not the magical night many girls dream of. No, for me, the excitement and giddiness that prom spurs for most, was reserved instead for another evening: the Barnstable Brown Gala during Derby Weekend 2003.