AND WE'RE OFF!!

Left Chicago bright and early (WAY too early) and headed across the mountainous region of central Illinois. After dodging boulders, glaciers, mudslides, and contemplating the enigma that is Pink's (P!nk's?) career, we arrived in beautiful and gloomy St. Louis!!!

Look we're artsy. 

So, feeling the pinch of not having gluttoned our way through a meal in the last 5 hours, we B-lined it right for one of St. Louis's sandwich treasures: Crown Candy Kitchen, in Old North St. Louis. 

We swear that cop car had NOTHING to do with us. 

Cause this places effing ROCKS. Celebrating their centennial birthday next year (for you Matheletes out there, that means they've been around since 1913!), this hole in wall has anything that hungry stomachs, sweet tooths, and all-around food hoarders could want. But we came for one thing and one thing only. THE BLT. 

And my word, this thing did NOT disappoint. With bacon, bacon, tomato, bacon, lettuce, and some bacon, this thing cant be described in words, maybe just this picture...

Don't ask me about my cholesterol, all I can tell you is this was without question the best BLT we've ever had. Accompanied with a sloppy bowl of chili, a pickle, and some chips, we were in food bliss. We got the sense that every one in this restaurant had been sitting in their respective booths since the 50's, and the service was top notch, if not straight to the point. (I seriously think I've had longer stops at Subway). Either way, this was a FANTASTIC first stop on our trip and great way to kick off the decline of our overall public appearance. 

"What a great day you guys had!! You must be stuffed!".

NOPE. 

All paid up and ready to go, we jumped back in the car and headed across town to one of my all-time favorite dessert places in the country. TED DREWE'S FROZEN CUSTARD. Those familiar don't need any introduction, this place is an American institution, most famous for its gravity-defying "concrete" custard ice creams. See for yourselves!!

Pretty impressive, right? We think so. I had the oreo concrete and Sean had the reeses pieces concrete. The texture of these things are like eating the coldest whipped cream you've ever had. And thats a great thing. No brain freezes here folks. It was just as good as my pudgy 10 year old self remembers. 

So, if you're in the St. Louis area, stop what you're doing and try these ICONS now. (And then after go get sloshed at the Budweiser tasting Factory). BOOM. 

Thats all for now! And we're not done for the day either. Back on the road, we are headed right for MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE!!

And that means only one thing: BARBEQUE!!

Bye.