Smurf Ice Cream is smurfy!
I have proof that Smurf Ice Cream still exists at King’s Island. A friend’s daughter sent the photo confirming the evidence.
She says it’s now called Banshee Ice Cream, which makes no sense. And at one point — after the Smurfs had vacated the theme park back in the day — it was simply called “Blue Cone.”
But the point is, it’s my favorite ice cream ever in the world of all worlds, if that makes any sense. Every time I went as a teenager, I would be sure to stop by the one shop that serves it twice — once when I got there, and once on my way out. And, of course, it had to have rainbow sprinkles.
I’ve since tried to recreate the delicious flavor, and I’ve come close with blueberry Blizzards and shakes. But it looks like I might need to revisit King’s Island soon for a taste of my youth. I’ll skip the Vortex this time and just hit La Rosa’s pizza and maybe ride the pirate ship — middle seat, of course (hint: there’s never a line).
Totally worth it.
Well, I finally did it. I crossed the line into Crazy Bourbon Fandom when I stood in line Saturday morning at Liquor Barn, waiting to snag a bottle of either the Four Roses Al Young Limited Edition or the W.L. Weller 12 Year.
Me and two buddies I managed to convince to join the expedition showed up at the Fern Valley Road Liquor Barn at approximately 6:30 a.m. I packed a thermos of coffee and brought along my four-legged sidekick, Brady. And Heather brought a breakfast burrito wrapped in aluminum foil. Tracy brought the jokes and one-liners.
At that hour, we landed the 13th spot in line, and we watched in awe as the line behind us grew bigger and bigger. People were nervous, pacing the grounds, awaiting for the employees to kindly open the door at 9 a.m. I felt like I was in a race for a Cabbage Patch Doll, and wondered if I had the balls to trip someone on my dash to the prize.
Thankfully, though, this wasn’t the first bourbon rodeo for Liquor Barn, and they kept things calm, cool and collected. It was single-file only, and only one bottle per person. The first six people grabbed the six bottles of Four Roses, while the second six grabbed all the 1.75 Weller 12.
Lucky 13 wasn’t so lucky, but I had first dibs of everything after those two highly coveted bottles were gone. I went with the 750mL bottle of Weller 12 and left with a smile on my face.
Next time, camping out all night is not out of the question.
Please ignore the pink polish. That’s what happens when you add wine to a straight girl with a purse full of nail polish. Thanks, Ann E.
I went to NuLu to check out the new Louisville Cream and grab lunch at Royals, and looky what I found at Taste Fine Wines & Bourbons. Yay!
It’s a good day.
I ordered the beer to make the photo look more authentic.
There’s a new pizza joint in town, and it goes by the name of Butchertown Pizza Hall. I took a quick trip there for lunch yesterday and loved what I saw and put in my mouth. The place is run by the guy who opened the now-closed Papalinos Pizza in the Highlands, so if you liked that type of New York-style pizza, you’ll like this.
Here’s more from my visit. The best part is, they have a full bar and pizza by the slice.
Pizza. It’s not just for breakfast anymore.
Holy crap. I must have gotten busy and forgot to post yesterday. Shame.
I’ll be happy to take any punishment you lob my way, including but not limited to water boarding with Bud Light, light spanking, handcuffs, a Jagerbomb before bedtime, a Guinness-chugging contest, all-you-can-eat seafood buffets, Jimmy Buffett on nonstop repeat, BW3’s wings, or Trump for another four years.
You better work!
A Life Lesson from the Bar Belle
Filmmaker Woody Allen once said, “Eighty percent of success is showing up.”
I wholeheartedly agree with that. Many people ask me how it is I know so people in Louisville, and my simple answer is: I show up to things.
Well, it’s that, and the fact that I’ve been around writing about the city for 17 years now.
Perhaps it’s just something instilled in me from my upbringing. I do have a case of FOMO, but I also had severe FOM (Fear of Mom) as a kid. Which is why I never missed a day in high school, which is why I never drank my first beer until college, and which is why I’m always 10 minutes early to anything.
It’s true, though. You get invited to a pop-up bourbon event on a Monday evening? Show up. Get there early, and stay late. Don’t turn down opportunities to network. Put yourself out there, shake hands and remember names (which I admittedly am terrible at).
Life is a balancing act, of course, and you can’t commit to everything. You probably think it’s easier for me get out and about because I’m single and have no major obligations waiting for me at home. And you’re probably right. But I do value my personal time as much as anyone else, and the times I am in a committed relationship, I practice the very important lesson of compromise.
Some exes would say I failed at that lesson, and others would say they had fun joining me on my many adventures while it lasted.
But this isn’t about them. This is about me giving away wisdom like Oprah does cars.
Just a reminder that if you’d like a free sample of the new Four Roses 50th Anniversary Limited Edition Small Batch bourbon, they’re hosting a tasting event tonight at 5:30 p.m. at the Four Roses Loft above BBC at Third and Main.
And best of all, the man of the hour — Al Young — whom the bourbon is named after, will be there with bells on.
It’s free for the first 50 people, so don’t be late.