A pack of Joneses descended upon St. Louis this past weekend and, as expected, it was a most delightful and entertaining time. We ate, we drank, we laughed, we argued (just a little), we absolutely made fun of each other, and then we laughed some more. It’s not family time unless there’s someone giving someone else a hard time (all in good fun). here’s a little recap:
Bright and early Saturday morning, Harpo was ready to hit the ground running. I’m no rookie to a Harpo visit so the night before, I set the coffee to brew at 7AM. By the time I got up at 8:15, he had downed a 12 cup pot of coffee. Yes, you read that right. TWELVE. I’m no doc, but I’m pretty sure that’s not good for a person. Health concerns aside, Harpo on six cups of coffee is dangerous. Harpo on 12 cups of coffee is just downright dangerous. Harpo on 12 cups of coffee AND hungry for breakfast? Saddle up and hold on tight people, because you’re about to ride the maddest bucking broncho this side of the Mississippi.
Luckily, I had been introduced to the perfect breakfast spot to take Hangry Harpo (thanks Lex). It is called The Barn and it has inexpensive, delicious, belly-filling breakfast. There’s also seating outside overlooking the grounds of The Sappington House, which are peaceful and pretty enough to help one block out the ramblings of one’s crazy (lovable) father. On Wednesday nights they have Yappy Hour so we may take our dummies sometime in the future. Or we’ll just go by ourselves and admire other people’s well-behaved dogs. I mean, look at this breakfast of champions. Harpo had the biscuits and gravy with extra gravy and butter on top. I am going to spare you a photo of his breakfast because you may never come back to this site again. After a day of yard work – because it’s not an official Jones visit unless there’s yard work involved – we took the crew to Urban Chestnut Brewery. If you come to St. Louis, you should visit this brewery. There are many other craft breweries in St. Louis that you should visit; but if you can only have time for one, we recommend Urban Chestnut. There are two locations, but we went to the Midtown location for “Oktoberfest in May”. I mean you can’t go wrong with biers, bratwursts and a German polka band all in a fantastic biergarten. Plus, it’s best that this rowdy bunch stays outdoors. We tend to get loud. That whole concept of using an “inside voice” goes out the window with us. Harpo and I flexed our muscles to partake in the Masskrugstemmen (stein holding contest). Rules are simple: hold a stein full of water straight out, no elbow bending, for as long as you can. Winner won a free bier so obviously Harpo and I had to give it a go. I’ve got a solid set of man-shoulders on me so I thought maybe I could handle this.
Um, NO. Two minutes in my arm was on fire and seizing uncontrollably. The winner held his stein for an impressive five minutes. The winner was not Harpo but he was most definitely trash talking to me when I dropped out.
The German polka band had the biergarten bumpin’.
And this little gem of a lady is my cousin JJ. She lived in Germany for five years and we are so happy to have her home. Though my liver was not prepared and this old lady will be detoxing the rest of the week. She does keep us young though, bless her precious gigantic heart. Obviously she wore her very legit dirndl. I mean I’m pretty sure that her and her dirndl won us the $25 gift certificate for entering this
Family, DANKE for the visit!