I got stuck working in St Louis this weekend, because I don't get paid overtime, Pfizer needs to cut costs, so I get stuck working. It wasn't all too bad, got to do some exploring in St Louis, MO.
First off, weather blows here. It's hot as hell, humid as hell. Outside of St Louis, you realize that your in Missouri (READ: It's your basic bunch of white trash). Inside the city it's actually really cultured, something I would expect in San Francisco or Seattle, maybe even Chicago, but not the mid-west.
The city has done a great job developing City Garden with great public art and green space. It reminds me of a sized down version of Millennium Park in Chicago. Check out this work:
It reminds me of a statue of Emperor Constantine with hollowed out eyes. The weeping wall gives it a really nice touch.
The Komen Race for the Cure was in town and everything was in pink, including the public fountains:
I don't know how I feel about pink fountains... but the hypocrisy of some of the bottle there was pretty blatant. Yes, breast cancer is bad, but you know what else is bad? Smoking. That also increase the risk of breast cancer and lung cancer. I'm not going to go into that, but just saying.
The food, minus the BBQ, is sub-par. Went to The Hill the first night on the recommendation that it has GREAT Italian food. Went to Guido's for Italian and Tapas. The owner is Spanish, but moved the place to The Hill, historically Italian, hired some Italian chef and claims to make excellent Italian food. At the recommendation of the bartender and the guy sitting next to me, I got the tortellini. Like I've said so many times before, salt covers up all your short comings, and so does garlic. When using prosciutto or any other charcuterie, please don't add any more salt. If you need to add more salt, get better charcuterie. The homemade pasta was good, really good and the stuffing was decent, but the sauce was overly salty and the prosciutto tasted more like canned ham than prosciutto. St Louis Italian, your not Boston, and your no where close to New York.
Breakfast today was a Mimi's Cafe. Let's just say cinnamon brioche french toast does not mean a fried Cinnabun. Two VERY different things! And they claim to be French, that's troubling.
Now, the good part. Pappy's. Everyone from the hotel front desk to taxi drivers to my cousin has told me to go there. It is THAT good. If you like BBQ (who doesn't?), you'd love this place. St Louis style dry rub ribs are the BEST, and I haven't had it this good for a long time. Pull pork is also excellent. Its not too lean, real juicy, and doesn't need sauce, which is hard to do. Get there early though! They tend to run out of food almost daily. It is a St Louis tradition and rightfully so!
I'm not exactly in a capoeira mood for the past little bit, so no capoeira travels for a couple of weeks. But I leave you with this cool picture of the Gateway Arch (I think its cool):
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