Road Trip!

My parents came down South for the weekend and we headed out for a short road trip.

No, not that kind:

Insiders note: Papa Ted is a Fireman. The Hil(l)ary's are not.

This kind:

Moments before the oft occurring middle finger gesticulation

sinister shenanigans lurk behind the glass

Plans were semi-prepared Thursday night at the Yazoo Tap Room. A nefarious little affair surrounded by beer and bearded people.



So, what type of things do Firemen and mountain bikers do on vacation? Tour distilleries and breweries of course! First stop, pick up some Dickel. It's going to be a long weekend.


Once you've arrived at the destination town, it's always good to seek out local distilleries that may not always be 'on the map' or legit.

mmm.... gnomeshine!

Next step, sample the local cuisine. It's best to do this where they happen to brew local beer too. Helps add to the ambiance and if the food sucks, maybe the beer won't.


The Terminal BrewHouse. Good food. Decent beer. I had their stout, the others had their hefe. They also hand out over-sized cards for numbers. I think dad's charm came across fairly accurately to the hostess, as witnessed by the given card.

The Joker

One place we found by accident (they were waiting for us to return from the Incline Railroad) was the Blacksmith's Bistro & Bar. Very good food, cool vibe, and good beer and wine selections. Definitely worth of stop if you're ever in Chattanooga's St. Elmo area.

Other important things going on:

I'd be remiss not to point out the recent begging and pleading resonating from further East. Please help send Dicky to the Breck Epic Stage race. Vote for Dicko! Trust me, you don't want to read his wrath if he loses. It'll be daily mope stories and how we all suck for not helping him win. It'll be worse than crumbling corporations. Yup, the blame will befall us. He's one of 'those' kind. It's never his fault, always your fault.

Please, do all you can to send whiny britches to Breck.