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New Haven Pit Stop – Louis’ Lunch

New Haven Pit Stop – Louis’ Lunch

A few weeks ago, Kenny and I stopped by Louis’ Lunch, “the birthplace of the hamburger sandwich” in New Haven, Connecticut. A joint that’s been slingin’ the same patties since 1895 must be doing something right, right? I figured it was worth a look-see.

While the burger wasn’t my thing, I loved the potatoe salad. And the ambiance can’t be beaten if you’re interested in nostalgic eateries. Watching their throwback toaster and their burger broilers in action is a unique experience.

The restaurant is small and I’ve read the line can be out the door and the wait for food, quite long. Kenny and I lucked out, walking right up to the counter to order. But while we waited for our noms, the place filled wall-to-wall in a blink.

Know before you go: Cash only and you get the burger their way. It’s served on white toast, medium-rare, with the choice of the following toppings: cheese, onion, and tomato. Don’t even think about asking for ketchup or fries, you will be killed.

Louis’ Lunch
261 Crown Street
New Haven, CT 06511-6611

GoPro Stills from a Connecticut Day Ride on the KTM

GoPro Stills from a Connecticut Day Ride on the KTM

On my last jaunt around Connecticut on the 690, I had my GoPro clicking away, snapping photos of the places that I passed though. It was a gorgeous day – blue skies, not too hot, especially on those shady backroads.

Though I probably would’ve benefitted from moving the camera mount around for a different point of view – I’m still happy with sharing the way I saw things.

Sometimes I’m a little light on the words but that’s alright. I’m just going to let the pictures do most of the talking.

So New Englandy. Red barn, green grass rolling away to forever, fieldstone wall following suit.

That red barn is just screaming for a Mail Pouch ad!

Greenery and the solitude of a little dirt road. Perfection.

The mountains were calling.

Let’s go that-a-away, shall we?

 

Seeing Rainbows and Other Riding Thoughts About Art

Seeing Rainbows and Other Riding Thoughts About Art

I followed the rainbow to its end and what did I find? A pot of gold? Aww, Hell NO – Hell 2 Da Naw Naw! I found a KTM. Insert swirly heart-shaped eyes emoji here.

Actually, I saw this mural when I was on my way to visit Calder’s Stegosaurus in Hartford. It kicked off a train of thought that’s nagged me many times over the last year or so. As a result of riding around and just looking at stuff, you draw many conclusions about people and the life that is lived in the places you pass through. Some of the conclusions you arrive at are right, some undoubtedly wrong, and for some maybe the truth is irrelevant.

Anyway, the rainbow mural made me think about how it seems like there is an economic divide that changes the way that neighborhoods or individual homes display art.

In lower-income areas, there’s a more ready acceptance of decorative expression on the exteriors of houses, on porches, in yards and on the sides of buildings. I’m not talking about just haphazard and shitty tagging – I mean people creating something they’re proud of displaying. It could be anything from painted birdhouses, signage, yard art or something that might end up listed on Roadside America. Even if you deem it to be lowbrow, right down to people decorating their houses for holidays.

As you start climbing up the economic ladder, neighborhoods become much more sanitized, more homogenized and manicured to the nth degree. Instead of displaying artwork outside, it moves indoors, moves in to frames or under spotlights and pieces becomes “important.” Occasionally, you’ll see a sculptural piece or a fountain outside but it seems that they’re kind of the exception. When is the last time you saw a blizzard of paper snowflakes or construction paper Valentine hearts taped to the windows of a McMansion?

As we move up the ladder do we lose our ability to love, display and enjoy making beautiful things just because?

Do you find this to be true in your travels?

 

Hunting the Stegosaurus of Hartford

Hunting the Stegosaurus of Hartford

Did I ever mention that I have a teensy-weensy problem with obsession? You’re shocked, I bet. Well, after peering over the rock wall of Alexander Calder’s former home in Connecticut, I browsed the web to try to find places that his work was on public display.

That’s how I found myself riding in to downtown Hartford, Connecticut on a February day. I was hunting dinosaurs. Stegosaurus, to be exact. Stegosauruses? Stegosauri? Whatever. This thing:

Alexander Calder’s Stegosaurus

While I was walking the dog today, looking up at the sky – it made me smile to think that I’m still soft enough to see whales in the clouds, the Wolfman’s face in a tree burl or to enjoy the whimsy of a big red Stegosaurus.

Balancing Yugos at Wild Bill’s

Balancing Yugos at Wild Bill’s

On a chilly day, what better way to warm your heart than with some roadside Americana? I present to you… Balancing Yugos.
balancing Yugo

Pretty nifty, aren’t they?

When I was a teenager, I worked in a shoe store. My boss there had a Yugo in a color that is probably best described as “caucasian.” Stretched across the top of the windshield? A neon green lightning bolt sticker, of course. Because Yugos were all about speed and performance (in a not-so-speedy or performancy sort of way).

Just across the parking lot from the balancing Yugos was this painted V-Dub. Roadside jackpot.

When you don’t know what else to write, there is one tried and true phrase to fall back on. Two words that in their brevity say so much. Yes, keep this pair in your back pocket and you will never be stymied by profundity.

“Your mom.”

Your mom, indeed.

Stay smokin’, friends.

Wild Bill’s Nostalgia
1003 Newfeild Street
Middletown, CT 06457

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