Monday: We left Nashville owing a huge debt to our tour guide Tom (and his parents) who fed us, put a roof over our heads, and showed us the Nashville ropes. Thanks, y’all.
Tuesday: This morning we dropped Hazel off at the
cleaners groomers Beauty Parlor for the day while we checked out the house museums of St. Louis. First stop, the Chatillon-DeMenil Mansion.
As usual, I neglected to get directions before hopping in the car. We got a little lost along the way, but stopped for guidance when we felt we were close.
I walked into the Lemp Mansion Restaurant, thinking that maybe since they ran their operation out of an old house, they’d be in the know. Here’s how the conversation went–
LAIN: Hey! Do you know where the Chant-tee-yon Demumble House is?
WAITER: Dude, are you serious?
LAIN: I really don’t know how to pronounce it, I’m sorry.
WAITER: (eyeing me warily) It is literally next door.
WAITER: Literally. Next door.
The distance between the two houses was well before the stop sign.
So we found it. Review to follow.