So I just realized I blogged exactly nothing from our trip to Kansas last year, which is CRAY-ZAY. I think because I always have just so. many. pictures., it’s quite the undertaking to sort it all out and upload. So I’m sharing the most favorite of the bunch split up into 3 posts; it’s gonna be long but trust: it could be three times longer.
Also just a pro tip: don’t buy chocolate frosted doughnuts for breakfast in the car.
Anyway. We stopped the car on the side of the road, cleaned everyone and all surfaces of chocolate frosting, and drove drove drove.
First stop of note is always Dubuque. Pretty little river city, it marks when we officially cross out of Wisconsin, and makes a decent potty stop.
Next stop of note is always Des Moines! Des Moines marks the halfway point in our drive, and is generally a good time to stop for a long, leisurely lunch. This year we hit up El Bait Shop. It’s big and loud, which is perfect when you’re dragging around two kids that have been trapped in a car unable to move for 5-ish hours. Also the food is fine and the beer selection is killer.
You can split wing orders between 2 sauces which is perfect when you have kids that hate the heat.
Secret bathroom sticker art from Chicago-based art projects.
Oh! And I almost forgot, but: we ran into a pretty impressive grass fire on the way. Pretty sure it wasn’t an intentional prairie fire. Whoops.
Finally we hit KC.
First order of business, as usual: BBQ.
OMG all so good. I cannot wait for BBQ, guys. ANYHOO. We retired to our hotel room in KC and jumped on some beds for a solid hour and CHILDREN OMG YOU GUYS.
The next day was brunch with friends. The kids fell right into that comfortable cousin-ly way of acting as only kids can.
I miss my friends.
I still have that beautiful work of Dixie-plate art.
After reluctant good-byes, we made a quick stop to Larryville, because Larry Forever. I love that town, it really Gets Me, I love coming back it’s like a big old hug. Scott and I still say we’ll retire there, shitty weather and all. It’s cheap and genuine and quirky. I mean…
One last stop on our way out of town: Munchers. It looks so different since the remodel; I kinda miss the crazy 70s-esque mess it was before, but at least the doughnuts haven’t changed. (Thank baby Jesus.)
And then we were off. Look out, Pittsburg, I’m bringing a few crazy punks.
(So I’ll continue actual Pitt time in a separate post, but as a spoiler: my parents took our late arrival with two crazy kids in tow in stride, presenting us with a well stocked cheese tray and glasses of wine at our arrival. #muzzyanddadwinatlife)