
In February last year, my buddy Dan and I ventured out to Louisville, KY for one of our frequent road trip weekends. While there, we explored the city, experienced the Saddle Ridge at Fourth Street Live and got to see a Louisville Cardinals basketball game inside the KFC Yum Center. While the downtown is somewhat small, I really liked the overall vibe and have since wanted to go back.
One of my favorite memories of that trip was from the night we got there. As I wrote here back in September last year, both Dan and I happen to love Waffle House. We don’t have them in Chicago, so when we venture to an area where they are around, we tend to get a bit excited.
On our way to Louisville, we made the split second decision to stop in Indianapolis and explore the city on foot for a while. By the time we left Indy, it was around 7′ish, so now we were in more of a hurry to get to Louisville. Even though we would pass several Waffle House restaurants on the way, we decided to keep going. We would get to Louisville, check into our hotel, and then find a Waffle House in the city.
Going back to the drive down to Louisville, we had stopped in Indianapolis to walk around and explore. That was an unexpected stop, something which would delay our Louisville arrival by about an hour and a half. Even though we passed countless Waffle House restaurants after Indianapolis, we decided to not stop, arrive to our hotel, settle in and then go find one in the city.
After settling in, we asked the front desk where the nearest Waffle House was. She told us the closest one was just on the other side of the Ohio River, back in Clark, IN. She recommended we take a taxi since it is a very long walk. She also reminded us that the Louisville taxis didn’t patrol the other side of the river, so we’d have to call a taxi to pick us up from Waffle House. Good idea… who want’s to walk across a lonely bridge that late at night?
Turns out Kid Rock was in town that night. Our taxi driver from the hotel told us that it would be next to impossible to get a taxi to pick us up from Waffle House. Hmmm… now I’m nervous. We don’t know the area, it’s late at night and it is cold. I don’t want to walk across a long bridge, let alone late at night!
Dan doesn’t seem to care…
We’re in the taxi and driving across the Ohio River via the Clark Memorial Bridge (Rt. 31 / 2nd St.). There is no way we can walk this bridge! Dans giving me this false assurance that we’ll find a cab and that all will be OK. Whatever. I want Waffle House bad enough. We’ll worry about it after.
We arrived, we dined and we enjoyed. The Louisville skyline from across the river is absolutely beautiful. After we walked out, we both looked at each other. I wasn’t in the mood to call around for a taxi, knowing we likely would not find one. Dan looks at me, laughs and says “did you honestly believe we’d find a cab at this time… we’re walking back!” Luckily, I was mentally prepared. Despite every single instinct I felt, I knew from the moment we left that we’d be walking back. I was ready… or so I thought.
The 1.5 mile walk across that bridge was brutal. It was so cold. I was fairly bundled up, but the wind was so strong since the bridge was so high above the water. I’m freezing cold, while unsure that some hobo wasn’t going to find us and kill us. About half way across the bridge, as miserable as I was, something dawned on me. I had never done anything like this before. Despite the cold, it truly was a beautiful night. This is pretty damn cool. There we are, above a monumental river, with the moon shining high above, while looking ahead to the Louisville skyline, all brightly lid in all its glory.
Looking back on that journey across the river, I think I would do it again. Dan of course loves to remind me how I complained the entire way across. We finally did make it to the other side. The walk across may have been 30 to 45 minutes… I don’t exactly remember. When we got to solid ground, tere stood the KFC Yum Center, surrounded by droves of people who had just exited the building. The Kid Rock concert had just ended. The rest of the walk was fine. We were in downtown Louisville — on lower ground, and the buildings shielding any wind. We wound up at the Saddle Ridge at Fourth Street Live. Good times!
Dan was over at my place yesterday to watch the Blackhawks and the Red Wings game. One thing led to another, and by the time he left, we had booked a return trip to Louisville for later next month. Perhaps, I’ll have my chance to walk that bridge again. And more than likely, I may be sorry once we find ourselves there.
I’ll worry about that once it comes time to cross that bridge… literally.