Dinner last night at Grunauer in the trendy Freight House district. It was amazing. They had thin sliced turnips that were pickled with horseradish added to the process. Oh boy, those were really good. Everything was good. I have an apple strudel in the frig to eat today.
Grunauer is Austrian. I guess that gives is more cache than German. It is a family that has a restaurant in Vienna, New York City and now Kansas City. The servers were all men, except one woman. They all wore their hair slicked back. Not stuck to their head, but with hair product and combed back. Black button down shirts and dark Levis. I think the Levis were the Austrian attempt to fit in to the culture of KC. AND, there was big band music playing. The cumulative effect was stylish European, especially if you have never heard of WWII. I am going back there for sure.
I reserved a spot for Zach at the Kidz Kabana Valentine's Day party. I told them we would bring him at 5 p.m. even though our reservation was not until 7 p.m. We drove downtown, swung through the Liberty Memorial, which was closed. The Federal Reserve Bank land is next to the Liberty Memorial land. So we saw the Occupy Wall Street/KC version. About one dozen tents, which looked vacant and one guy sitting at the picnic table. I sort of wonder if that guy wasn't homeless. Heck, if all I have to do is pitch a tent and leave, I'll occupy the heck out of KC.
Overall, it was wonderful to get out with Mike and be around other adults. And to be at a place where people gave a hoot about whether new influences were coming into KC as opposed to the new Olive Garden on Chipman Rd.
So we dropped Zach off, went to dinner and were back to pick him up at 7:30. Oh we are a bit rusty. Also, I am still recovering from my foot surgery.
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