Found A Peanut

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Yesterday Ron convinced me to go look at the SoHo lofts downtown. It's something we've done from time to time, all the while never having the tiniest inkling of ever buying one. Well, Ron thinks he'd like it, but I'd give him two weeks. After that, he'd be stalking grass and trying to get at the neighbor's bonsai trees on the 18th floor patio. We like the green-ness of suburbia too much. And all the shopping.

Anyway, we got downtown and parked in the library parking lot. If you haven't been to the library downtown, you MUST visit. It's really a stunning building and has some fun stuff for kids to do. Anyway, we walk across the street to what Ron says are the SoHo lofts, even though the sign says "Library Lofts" (which I point out to him, not quite as nicely as I could have). We asked a nice lady. Affirmative. We were in the wrong place. After we found the correct lofts, we realize that we'd already seen them (start taking notes on your life soon after age 40). We were feeling a little hungry so Ron says, "Let's go to the Peanut. They've got great BLT's." Sounded good to me. And they were REALLY good. It was quite a place, though. The trio behind us was knocking back raspberry tea and vodkas and smoking up a storm, using the excuse that's it's noon somewhere in the world. The whole joint looked like a good stiff breeze would topple it. They had very cool bar artifacts, if you're into that sort of thing. There was this large spherical thing - I don't know what it was (maybe a light) that had the Anheuser-Busch Clydesdales running around it. Ron said he'd love to have that thing. I asked him where exactly that might fit in our decorating scheme and he said he'd put it in the basement (yes, that's the perfect place for it). They had old photographs of KC from the 30's and a flock of decoy ducks flying upside down? Our waitress would never win the Waitress 500, but the menu warned us that this was not a fast food establishment. She was, however, very pleasant and the chef personally brought us our meal. Not many places can boast that service. I think the waitress was in the can.

All in all, it was an enjoyable lunch at the Peanut. It's good to break the bonds of strip malls and cookie cutter subdivisions once in awhile and journey into the bowels of the city for an alternative dining experience. Next on our list: Church's Fried Chicken at Linwood & Main. Ummm, do they deliver?