The rest of the Weekend!

After Maker's Mark, Jim dropped Nancy and I at the apartment and he headed back to the hotel.  We were meeting up at 7:00 to have dinner at the Talbot Tavern across from the apartment.  Of course I completely forgot there was no way for Jim to get into the apartment when he returned and that there was also no doorbell to ring to let us know he was here.  However, Jim figured out a way to rattle a pipe that snaked up the side of the building in hopes that we would wake up, look out and see him there. Uh...not so much.  We heard it.... we wondered what the hell it was. ..... and we did look out.  Yet we didn't see Jim, didn't think it might be a way he was trying to communicate with us and went right back to the magazine's we were reading.  To our credit (or not) it only took us about 5 more minutes to wonder what might be keeping Jim and then to then finally look out to see the van was parked in front of the apartment! :)

Talbot Tavern was not a great success.  The fried green tomatoes were good, but unfortunately Jim and Nancy's dinners were cold. My chicken was good once I scraped off the thick crust.  They redeemed themselves a little in Jim's eyes with the Bourbon Bread Pudding....I think that is what it was.  Later we did a quick tour upstairs of the bread and breakfast.  Talbot Tavern boosts former patrons such as Lincoln, Daniel Boone and Jesse James.  All the room upstairs are named after one of them.  I think the waitress said that there were even bullet holes in The Jesse James room...but we didn't get to see that.

Just in case you didn't know....hee!

Jim trying out Burgoo.  A chowder/stew like concoction with chicken, beef and pork.  He liked it....said it had a wee bite to it. 

A lovely sitting area.

Sunday

Now Sunday was Jim's golf day.  I was a little worried he wasn't going to get a chance to get out and enjoy "My Old Kentucky Home Golf Course". The clouds were rolling in and a few sprinkles were felt, however sunny skies didn't take long to break through and turn it into a great day for golf.  Which just so happened meant more shopping for Nancy and I.  So we headed to Louisville in search of Costco, Target and Marshall's. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

When we came back to the hotel we found Jim relaxing with a beverage.  He informed us that we had a reservation for 7:00 at The Kurtz restaurant.  He ended up golfing with some lovely gentlemen who recommended this restaurant as the best place to go after Circa.  (the best restaurant in Bardstown) This one was a winner compared to the Tavern.

When we arrived, Jim heard some other customer's say they were going to the play about Stephen Foster's life at the outdoor theater in the My Old Kentucky Home State Park.  (right across the street from the restaurant)  Stephen Foster is famous for coming to Bardstown and writing the State song, "My Old Kentucky Home".  He also wrote the song "Oh Susannah"!  So Jim suggested we attend the play after dinner.  Hey "why not"?  (a sentiment we would later regret!)

My dinner.  So good...and extra for the following night.

Bourbon Bread Pudding and coffee. No doubt there is bourbon in the pudding. Yum.

We weren't quite ready. Notice Nancy's shoes.....Zappo's!!

The Stephen Foster Theater!

Jim making his way down.

It was a beautiful night for a play and you couldn't ask for better company.  The play however was about an hour and a half too long!  It wasn't poorly done.  The music was good, costumes good, acting good.  Length of play...not good.  Stephen Foster's life was not fraught with nearly enough strife, angst or trouble to have two and a half hours dedicated to showcase it.  I mean you don't need to have every single song he ever created sung....I mean top ten is fine....better yet top five might be better....leave you wanting more.  Isn't that what they say to do in show business?  One thing we did find amusing is that you can purchase a large dill pickle at the concession stand.  50 cents.  We saw several people noshing on them...even a small baby.  A dill pickle!!!  So Kentucky. 

It was almost 11 when the play was over...maybe closer to 10:30 and I think it was safe to say we were ready for bed.  So Jim and Nancy dropped me back to the apartment, we said our goodbyes and sadly our great weekend was over.