Last weekend I went to Louisville, KY to the AAMSE annual convention to witness my mom be sworn in as President of the society. While I was not thrilled about the location choice (previous sites: L.A., Montreal, I mean come on!), when I walked into the Louisville airport I was ready to embrace all things Louisville. I mean I even had one of those bendy headbands you knot on top of your head!
While I swear to you that my friend Leah and I “did” downtown Louisville in an hour and that there is not much for the confused tourist “around those parts,” I really did appreciate Louisville’s emphasis on farm to table. Yeah, I know, every city in America has been doing this for years, but something about farm-to-table in Louisville, Kentucky rings truer than in a swanky, contemporary restaurant like Graze in D.C. Maybe these KY restaurants know that, and they definitely got me.
In a hot minute I was hankering to try any fried or dark green thing on the menus because that seemed “Kentucky” to me. Unfortunately, I ate so many fried chicken livers that I may have to put them to rest. The indigestion they instilled in me (ha? nah?) is unforgettable. R.I.P. fried chicken livers :(
My parents kept mentioning the nice restaurants we would be eating at to probably boost my morale, and it worked. The two restaurants we dined at couldn’t have been more different, but they were both pretty great. The first, Harvest, was just as the name suggests: hearty, farm-to-table, but modern. I had fried chicken livers to start and then spinach-chard cannelloni which was, duh, deep fried. Reaaal good. The next night, we went to Proof whose motto is “Dine with art at Proof.” Proof was hotel meets art gallery meets restaurant, and I think we were all confused by it. The menu was really exciting though, and I ended up ordering the charred octopus to start and chicken liver gnocchi for my entree. Did I mention I’m over chicken liver? Oh! And how can I forget the charcuterie plate. You know your mama loves you when she sees a charcuterie plate on a menu and tells you that you have to get it, and choose the selections. Sigh, how I am going to miss this life of luxury just a week from now when I am scrambling money for some Korean food at college.
Shout out to my mom, Susan D’Antoni, for being the best mom ever AND ruling the world in her career at the same time. Sometimes it takes your parent’s coworkers’ praises to realize how truly proud you are of them. While I don’t mention her often on this blog because she and my love of food aren’t inherently related (and therefore not subject to my mucky metaphors), please do know, that ambition to keep writing at 3 AM? I got that from her.