Epicurious Louisville

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My Experience at Day’s Espresso & Coffee this morning: 
Walk in, love the place, can’t believe I’ve never been here before to meet or study. 
Order four large coffees. They tell me “we’re going to be out of the medium roast if we give you two large coffees.” Seems weird that a coffee place on Bardstown Road isn’t super well stocked on a Sunday morning, but whatever. Get two dark roasts as well. 
Commence wait for barista, who is sweating and seems agitated. Another worker gets in his way and he spits out. “You need to GET OUT OF MY WAY.” 
Five seconds later he says, fully within hearing of me and the other woman waiting “There are just TOO many people in this F*cking place.” It isn’t even 100% full. 
Like I’m sorry, dude, does Sunday morning at a coffee shop in arguably the biggest brunch district in the brunch obsessed city of Louisville get your panties in a twist? 
The woman in front of my has the audacity to ask him for soy milk (which she ordered in her coffee to begin with) and he rolls his eyes, doesn’t say anything, and slaps the carton on the counter in front of her. She and I exchange incredibly uncomfortable looks. 
He pours my coffees. Sets them in front of me, make eye contact, and says, in a totally NOT friendly voice. “Is that all you need?” 
I return to my car, chastised. 
This just serves as a reminder: you never know when someone trying your coffee shop or restaurant is trying them for the first time. That coffee was awesome, but do I want to dirty another Sunday morning with that unfriendly, unhelpful, unprofessional attitude? Not at all. 
Any reason I should go back to Day’s?

My Experience at Day’s Espresso & Coffee this morning: 

  • Walk in, love the place, can’t believe I’ve never been here before to meet or study. 
  • Order four large coffees. They tell me “we’re going to be out of the medium roast if we give you two large coffees.” Seems weird that a coffee place on Bardstown Road isn’t super well stocked on a Sunday morning, but whatever. Get two dark roasts as well. 
  • Commence wait for barista, who is sweating and seems agitated. Another worker gets in his way and he spits out. “You need to GET OUT OF MY WAY.” 
  • Five seconds later he says, fully within hearing of me and the other woman waiting “There are just TOO many people in this F*cking place.” It isn’t even 100% full. 
  • Like I’m sorry, dude, does Sunday morning at a coffee shop in arguably the biggest brunch district in the brunch obsessed city of Louisville get your panties in a twist? 
  • The woman in front of my has the audacity to ask him for soy milk (which she ordered in her coffee to begin with) and he rolls his eyes, doesn’t say anything, and slaps the carton on the counter in front of her. She and I exchange incredibly uncomfortable looks. 
  • He pours my coffees. Sets them in front of me, make eye contact, and says, in a totally NOT friendly voice. “Is that all you need?” 
  • I return to my car, chastised. 

This just serves as a reminder: you never know when someone trying your coffee shop or restaurant is trying them for the first time. That coffee was awesome, but do I want to dirty another Sunday morning with that unfriendly, unhelpful, unprofessional attitude? Not at all. 

Any reason I should go back to Day’s?

Anonymous asked: Do you have an Instagram?

I totally do! @louisvillenoms

Follow me! Say heyy! Tag me in your Louisville food photos so I can regram zem.

My very kind and wonderful friend, thekentuckygent put me on his blog here. I’m immensely flattered and humbled. (x)

Autumn has ruined me. 

So sorry to hear that Nuts N Stuff, on Barret, is closing. I always went there to look for hard-to-find spices and ingredients, and their wide selection of sugar-free candy was some of the best in the business. In fact, sitting on my desk right now, I have some sugar free dark chocolate espresso beans from Nuts N Stuff. 

Make sure you visit this Louisville business before they’re done for good on October 31! If you’d like a little more information about the closing, you can read my article here. 

Anonymous asked: Do you have anything to confess?

I do, actually. There was this one time when I was nine that I had bangs and I decided I didn’t want bangs so I just took the kitchen scissors and cut them off. And then when I saw the awful stubble that was left I shaved it off, thereby raising my hairline like an inch. 

Luckily, I have a great hairline and a not-huge forehead. So it took my parents a few weeks to notice and when they asked me about it I was just like MY HAIR GROWS LIKE THAT I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GUYS NEVER NOTICED and it just became this enormous lie I couldn’t get out of because obviously I had to stick to my guns on that one. 

My hair grew back. I learned no lessons.  

Congrats on the weirdest question of the day. 

Seriously considering getting a beehive. Do I have the time? Probably not. Do I want to harvest fresh honey and give to it my friends and family and like, help the environment in the best way I can? Totally. 

Every few years, during my childhood, my family picked up everything and moved across states. I got used to it., all my friendships and fights and problems would abruptly end, and I would begin to grow a new set, someplace else, barely unpacked, half-uprooted. I grew to love the freedom of it all, the ability to leave people and places behind me like the credits of an old movie, rolling out under the back tires of the car, fading into sepia. That swollen, open-wide feeling of a car with all the windows down, all my in the back. 

I have been here more than ten years, and I haven’t got anywhere I could run away. It’s hard for me to accept. I have this recurring dream where I pack it all up and drive away. Like I can immediately dissolve all my problems, like I can find my younger self, clutching a suitcase and a road map, and show her a better way to go.

Like I could tell her, you will always feel this alone, and it’s not always going to be your fault

Shout out to my mom for creating unrealistic food expectations in me from a very young age. 

Like, this is only part of what she made for my dad’s birthday last week. That’s a balsamic caprese salad, BBQ slow-smoked chicken, bacon-wrapped asparagus bundles and did I mention there was also cherry-nut hand-cranked home made ice cream with butter-cooked pecans; smoked cream cheese, and hand-made guacamole? 

My mom is a genius in the kitchen, and I never actually appreciated that until I started this blog and found out what everyone else considered gourmet. One of the great tragedies of my life is that I have never appreciated my mother enough. 

My incredibly beautiful friend Bella was kind enough to ask me to share with her my definition of beauty. 

Read it on her blog, here!

And…enjoy that my hot pink lipstick totally matches the roses on my desk and I don’t care that you’re not supposed to do that because I felt like a TOTAL babe.