Angie's kids like to tease me (where did they learn that) and the call me 'grumpy grandpa', therefore this place makes me think of that and smile:)
Deb was supposed to land at O'hare ate 4:01 and I left work at 3:55 to meet her - yeah, traffic was a bitch once I got within 25 miles of the airport. I finally made it at 5:30 and we were off. The kitchen closes at 9:00 and we (at least I was) were hungry so we rushed to Mt. Horeb. We got to the motel, checked in and walked the 1/2 mile to the pub and arrived at, you guessed it, 9:00 pm. The bartender asked the kitchen and they had no problem with cooking for a tad longer. The food was very good even if I'm stupid. I meant to order a cajun burger but ordered the bleu cheese burger instead (how does that happen?). All their burgers can be ordered with a black bean vegie patty instead of meat - who orders a vegie burger with bacon? I might be the first idiot to do so:).
Now for the important stuff:
The beer rocks. I had 2 different ipa's and the stout (hey, I was walking) and they were all awesome. The ipa's were to die for. The bar was crowded and noisy - obviously a popular place. I would (will?) definitely go back, service was great and I have nothing but good memories.
The motel:
We stayed at the village inn, a small 11 room (I think) family owned place on the state trail that we walked to the pub. The rooms were very clean, simple and small - just what we want. The problem that I had was when I got up during the night to go the bathroom - I tripped on the bedspread which had been pushed off the bed and I went down. My pinkie on my already mangled left hand caught the bed and yeah, something ain't right. I think I might be better off if I just amputate that hand: broken finger falling running, table saw, router and now this - yikes.
The run:
The trail that runs through Mt Horeb is awesome - did a 5 mile run - 4 on the trail and it was great. Thank god for spring. The birds were singing, the sun was out and all was good.
later