Of course there’s a chapter for the good foods we found. The gallery is a quickie that could’ve been squeezed into one of the other chapters, but then that chapter would’ve been too long, you wouldn’t have clicked on it, and you’d have missed more cute pics of my wife who’s perfectly happy being 52 now.
Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
In addition to our annual road trips, my wife Anne and I have a twice-yearly tradition of spending our respective birthdays together traveling to some new place or attraction as a short-term road trip — partly as an excuse to spend time together on those most wondrous days, partly to explore areas we’ve never experienced before. We’re the Goldens. It’s who we are and what we do.
In October 2022 Anne turned 52. Indiana offers no shortage of tourist attractions for history aficionados like her. We’ve visited quite a few of those over the years, but this year we felt it was time to check off one of the Hoosier State’s biggest trivia answers: Corydon, our original state capital before Indianapolis…
After walking around Corydon for a couple hours’ worth of browsing, we stopped for lunch at the 1816 Modern Kitchen, opened in the summer of 2019 across the street from Butt Drugs with an angle of “southern comfort fusion”. We hadn’t made reservations, which were recommended but not mandatory. We walked in a few minutes before noon and were seated at the last unreserved table, a two-seater up against the front windows. Reaching the booth seat required me to clamber over the purse and jacket of an older lady at the next table. Over the next hour they turned away quite a few would-be patrons at the door with long wait estimates. I’ve no idea if all the foot traffic was a boost from Glasstoberfest or an ordinary Friday for them. Either way, through our meal we got the appeal.
The Openface Meatloaf Sammy in our lead photo was my main course. As for the rest:
To be clear: the food was all 4-star, no complaints, would eat there again but possibly nail down a firmer itinerary so we could confidently choose a mealtime to reserve in advance.
Later in the afternoon came cheerfully obligatory birthday weekend snack time. We found our winning proposition at Lazy Cow Creamery & Sweets. Less than a year old but hopefully around for the long haul, the Lazy Cow is independently owned like the 1816 and located a mere block east of them. They sell sandwiches and merchandise, but those plainly weren’t our reasons for coming.
Offscreen, I enjoyed two scoops of sea salt caramel ice cream and resting a bit after another round of walking ‘n’ walking.
Also not pictured: our dinner, which was just takeout on the way home. No one cares about that. But we’ve miles to go before this ends yet.
To be continued! Other chapters in this very special miniseries: