Unique Eats & Eateries of Louisville is in the final editing phase and will be out in the spring. Meanwhile, here’s where you can get a peek of the cover and pre-order.
You thought I was going to say “Rolling Stone,” didn’t you? Not likely anytime soon. But it was sure cool to be on the cover of Louisville’s oldest and largest newspaper this morning. And here’s a link to the article.
From LEO Weekly, 11/22/2017
By Kevin Gibson
Remember Chick Inn? It was the place to go for fried chicken for years, until a fire gutted it, and it failed to recapture its magic after a rebuild. But the memory of that delicious, crispy, fried chicken lingers for many Louisvillians.
Well, a guy who once worked at Chick Inn is now part owner of Mellwood Tavern, and he’s bringing his version of that beloved fried chicken every Tuesday. It has been a pretty well-kept secret the past few months, but word is beginning to leak out.
Scott Crowder is the man behind said chicken, and he told me the prep process he uses is exactly the same as what he learned from his days at Chick Inn. The key difference, he said, is that while the Chick Inn batter was seasoned with salt and pepper and not much else, his batter adds several more spices.
Good news: Reedy Press, which has published my last two books and will publish my next one in the spring, told the St. Louis Dispatch it will continue on following a devastating warehouse fire.
Terrible news for my publisher and its employees, myself, and my fellow Reedy Press authors. Thousands of copies of our work went up in flames in a warehouse fire that sparked early Wednesday and is still burning today.
Copies of “Secret Louisville” and “100 Things to do in Louisville Before You Die” are going to be a little harder to find this Christmas, and there’s no telling how it might affect the release date of my next book, which previously was due out in the spring. Thank goodness no one was seriously injured, but what a blow to some really good, hard-working people.
OK, this one is mostly about the photography by William Manning, but I was asked to provide the narrative for this beautiful book called “Louisville: A Photographic Portrait.” It’s chock full of colorful and vibrant images of Louisville, including historical sites, museums, the Waterfront, activities, and more. Here is the cover — look for it in bookstores in spring 2018.
From Insider Louisville, 11/8/2017:
The last time I went to Vietnam Kitchen, I didn’t have a GPS app on my phone — in other words, it’s been too long. But once I parked and had lunch last week, I was relieved to find out that, after all this time, the food there is still amazing.
For a time back in the early 2000s, I had standing plans with a couple of friends to meet there on a regular basis. When that fizzled out, I began letting my schedule dictate my dining-out habits, and the Kitchen fell off the list. Then, recently, my girlfriend, Cynthia, informed me she’d never eaten there, which gave me all the impetus I needed to make a return visit.
We’re both glad that happened, even if our GPS apps took us to the rear of the Iroquois Manor shopping center, where the non-descript restaurant sits next to a busy laundromat.
Interestingly, in the many times I’ve visited Vietnam Kitchen, I’d never ordered the legendary Hủ tiếu Saté, which is probably better known as the K8.
From Insider Louisville, 11/1/2017
By Kevin Gibson
Since 1982, Frontier Diner, or a version of it, has been treating Louisville’s South End to all-American food — burgers, breakfast, grilled cheese, soups — and I didn’t even know it was there.
General manager Stanley Osborne told me the cracker-box structure originally was a doughnut shop, until it was heavily damaged by fire. It was rebuilt and reimagined then as a restaurant, and Osborne said he was the seventh owner since that happened.
But what was is hardly as important as what is.
From LEO Weekly, 10/25/2017
By Kevin Gibson
I don’t know when the tooth broke, only that I began to feel a strange tightness in my jaw that would later turn to a dull pain when I touched it. A day later, I woke up and my jaw felt stranger than ever. I walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and, beyond my crusty eyes and rat’s nest hair, I noticed the swelling.
My jaw was bigger than normal. Like, almost baseball-sized bigger than normal. Had I grown a goiter overnight, or was something wrong with my molar? Because neither prospect was terribly appealing. A trip to my dentist confirmed that I had, somehow, cracked a tooth, and that infection had set in. A root canal was my destiny, after a good stiff round of antibiotics did some prep work.