My OperaFrom the Little Apple to Flying Rolls
Wednesday, July 12, 2006 4:04:33 AM
From: Manhattan, KS
To: Ozark, MO
Miles: 346
MPG: 50.5
A Relaxing Breakfast in Manhattan’s Central Park
No, we are not ahead of schedule. Its Manhattan KANSAS. AKA: “The Little Apple.” Regardless, Jon enjoyed his break with the Wall Street Journal, coffee, and the local version of a bagel - a powdered doughnut.
The Not So Grim Reaper
We found this in the Little Apple’s version of Central Park.
Oz
You can’t go to Kansas and not do a little Wizard of Oz worship. We’re hoping to be considered for a future production in community theater. The only question is which community would take us.
BBQ at Arthur Bryant’s
We knew we were on our way to the right place when the Kansas City local we stopped to ask directions loudly proclaimed, “I sure with I was going with you!” The heaping mounds of meat were appropriately served atop that weirdly spongy substance that is Wonder Bread and smothered in BBQ sauce – yum!
And, yes, Jon just HAD to mash up the Wonder Bread and make a ball.
Flatter than a Pancake
Jon demonstrates Kansas’ most notable topographic element.
Leila’s Hair Museum
We were crushed to find that the first Missouri attraction on our list was closed do to a sick receptionist. Luckily one of the beauty school students was there to let us see a couple pieces in the lobby – ornate designs made of the hair of dead people. And here your hairdresser has been throwing your precious trimmings away…what a waste! That could be great art. Okay. Maybe not.
Never Thought About Putting THAT in Cheese
We may have missed the cheddar shops in Wisconsin (Jessica was very disappointed) but we tried to make up for it here in Missouri. This roadside cheese shop sold about 50 different types of cheese, all of them available for tasting and none of them good. The award for weirdest cheese combo goes to the Monterey Jack with Apples and Cinnamon – proving Jon’s point that too much fusion leads to confusion.
Missouri Wine Tasting
We just can’t seem to pass these up. This time we were joined at the tasting by a group of ladies of a certain age who had stopped in town on their way back from a dance performance in Branson. We mean giving a dance performance in Branson. They all stocked up on wine for the bus trip back to their hometown in Northern Missouri. Hopefully the bus driver had plenty of aspirin, because this crew was a handful sober.
Lambert’s – Home of the Throwed Rolls
Just for the record, the above grammar error is theirs, not ours. The menu instructed diners to come hungry, and the servings made it eminently clear why America is a nation of fat people. (We hope to God none of our foreign friends ever go here – way too embarrassing.) Not only do the dinners come in something resembling a trough, but the waiters also load you up with bottomless servings of nutritious sides like fried okra and buttery white bread rolls that they lob at you from across the restaurant.
To: Ozark, MO
Miles: 346
MPG: 50.5
A Relaxing Breakfast in Manhattan’s Central Park
No, we are not ahead of schedule. Its Manhattan KANSAS. AKA: “The Little Apple.” Regardless, Jon enjoyed his break with the Wall Street Journal, coffee, and the local version of a bagel - a powdered doughnut.
The Not So Grim Reaper
We found this in the Little Apple’s version of Central Park.
Oz
You can’t go to Kansas and not do a little Wizard of Oz worship. We’re hoping to be considered for a future production in community theater. The only question is which community would take us.
BBQ at Arthur Bryant’s
We knew we were on our way to the right place when the Kansas City local we stopped to ask directions loudly proclaimed, “I sure with I was going with you!” The heaping mounds of meat were appropriately served atop that weirdly spongy substance that is Wonder Bread and smothered in BBQ sauce – yum!
And, yes, Jon just HAD to mash up the Wonder Bread and make a ball.
Flatter than a Pancake
Jon demonstrates Kansas’ most notable topographic element.
Leila’s Hair Museum
We were crushed to find that the first Missouri attraction on our list was closed do to a sick receptionist. Luckily one of the beauty school students was there to let us see a couple pieces in the lobby – ornate designs made of the hair of dead people. And here your hairdresser has been throwing your precious trimmings away…what a waste! That could be great art. Okay. Maybe not.
Never Thought About Putting THAT in Cheese
We may have missed the cheddar shops in Wisconsin (Jessica was very disappointed) but we tried to make up for it here in Missouri. This roadside cheese shop sold about 50 different types of cheese, all of them available for tasting and none of them good. The award for weirdest cheese combo goes to the Monterey Jack with Apples and Cinnamon – proving Jon’s point that too much fusion leads to confusion.
Missouri Wine Tasting
We just can’t seem to pass these up. This time we were joined at the tasting by a group of ladies of a certain age who had stopped in town on their way back from a dance performance in Branson. We mean giving a dance performance in Branson. They all stocked up on wine for the bus trip back to their hometown in Northern Missouri. Hopefully the bus driver had plenty of aspirin, because this crew was a handful sober.
Lambert’s – Home of the Throwed Rolls
Just for the record, the above grammar error is theirs, not ours. The menu instructed diners to come hungry, and the servings made it eminently clear why America is a nation of fat people. (We hope to God none of our foreign friends ever go here – way too embarrassing.) Not only do the dinners come in something resembling a trough, but the waiters also load you up with bottomless servings of nutritious sides like fried okra and buttery white bread rolls that they lob at you from across the restaurant.
