If It’s March It Must Be Louisville
The Blind Pig was our first stop (it keeps all-day hours) on our annual pilgrimage to Louisville for the Humana Theater Festival (which we’ve been going to for almost a decade). Here’s a taste of a late afternoon perk-me-up.
The Pig is a good representative of this New Orleans-meets-Austin-in-Kentucky city of fun/art/great food and drink (like an ocean of bourbon) and racy touches of Appalachian funk plus Southern-style grandeur.
This terrific gingered-up cocktail (New Wave Old Fashioned) was as potent as it was delicious.
Also gleefully knocked back were these: Campari Sour (tart, bitter, refreshingly Italian, and smooth from a foam-creating shake with egg whites) and Penny Paloma (like a fizzy margarita)
We also dipped into these booze-soaker-uppers (it was about 4 p.m. and we still had two plays and a big dinner awaiting us later that long and outrageously fun evening): Mussels—big, juicy and fresh-tasting—cascaded with with an avalanche of garlic, onions and a pesto cream sauce (great to sop up with crusty, locally made Blue Dog Bakery bread); in the background are killer, crispy cornmeal-jacketed fried oysters.
The house mascot is also representative—of Louisville’s funky sense of humor.
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