Number 2 daughter and son-in-law, the Hunters, invited her her mother (and father, too) to Milwaukee for an overnight at Chez Hunter. The event began on Saturday afternoon with a trip to Milwaukee's infamous Brady Street. In the 1960's and '70's this was a big area for the burnouts and hippies. It had numerous resale shops, head shops, avant-garde art shops and restaurants, clothing stores, etc. Not much has changed, except the prices in some of the clothing stores and restaurants. It appears as though the hippies attained that which they fought against in the day, wealth.
As the browsing trip drew to a close, we proceeded to Elsa's for dinner. Elsa's is a yuppie-type place that has great ambiance (is this the THIRD French word or phase I've used in this one post?) and unusual sandwich offerings. I had my first non-meat sandwich that wasn't a cheese sandwich. The portabella mushroom sandwich with other veggies and some cheese, of course, was deeeelicious.
We then walked down the street to Kennedy's, a disco-resembling bar for drinks and conversation. It was quiet because the "trendy" do not arrive to well after 10:00, so we had the place to ourselves for a couple of hours. By 11:00 we departed for the Hunters'. It was in the plan to cab it from The Third Ward to the Hunters'. I have some advice: even if in an unknown city, take the time to learn the route (French reference #4) you plan to take if you plan to cab it. Our English-challenged cabbie either misunderstood or completely ignored our host as to our intended destination and passed four different exit routes from our starting point. We instructed the bewildered cabbie to turn "here, now" and between the Hunters giving directions, now more forcefully as it was evident the cabbie had now clue as to our destination and, then, of course, none as to any route to it. As we were traveling down Caesar Chavez Drive (formerly S. 16th Street) in the center of the barrio, it was decided to get us west soon. We finally got him there and we told him to get in the right lane, now, and prepare to pull over. As We approached Hunter Plaza, we had to, again, forcefully instruct Nimrod pull over here, NOW!
We always seem to have some sort of story to relate after these family weekends. Good times.
Sunday, thankfully has been uneventful and more or less back to normal. Here's hoping yours is as you've hoped.
3 comments:
As usual, you told that story much better than I could, but the bar is Kennadee's. I know funny spelling...
Good time though.
Do these people just wait for you to do things like that or do they do them all the time?
The main thing is you got back in ONE piece safe and sound.
Verna, this stuff has only begun happening since I began blogging!
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