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If you enjoy this tale you'll probably
love our lengthy tale from our trip to Italy:
We left work a bit early so we could head north into the tail end of the
Appalachian mountains to Chattanooga, which would be our base camp for our
weekend of junkin'. We stayed at a Ramada just around the bend in Lookout Valley
- a dump, but cheap.
|Drunkards that we are, the first thing we did in town is
settle in for a beer or three at the Taco Mac. Sure, there are better bars
in town and we prefer not to support a chain establishment, but it was a
perfect day out and they have a nice patio.
||Next up, dinner at Cibo!, and Italian place we'd wanted to
dine at the last time we hit Chattanooga but never got around to it.
They have an impressive wine list, though I'm spoiled
from my trips to Italy when it comes to price.
They also give you a bucket of breads, and some cream
cheese based goop to put on it. I preferred the olive oil they poured on a
||I feel guilty eating veal, but I'll
get it once every few years. Cibo serves up a pretty fine veal
parmesan - crispy and tender. They gave me a bit too much sauce but I
ate around it and enjoyed it.
||My lovely date selected the
Florentine steak, served on a bed of pasta alfredo with a side of
veggies. We traded plates halfway through and I had to agree with her
- the steak was excellent, particularly with the pasta. The veggies
were a bit too hard. I couldn't tell if they were going for an al
dente thing, or if they were just undercooked. But otherwise it was a
|Just outside in a large courtyard
they were having a free concert, something they were doing every
Friday during the summer. The plaza was packed with families, kids
dancing around and a few patrons enjoying a beer or two. Very
|I wasn't really listening to the
music, but SW thought it was vaguely in a Christian theme.
|Which worked well with the holy
rollers bikers that had descended on town. Lots of impressive
machines, many labeled with the date on which the biker had been born
|The music and motorcycles couldn't
hold our attention for long though. We drove up the hill and found our
favorite bar, Stone Lion Tavern. We reviewed the place last year and
nothing has changed:
"Up the hill is another tiny bar, Stone Lion, which stays open an hour
later than the other watering holes. It looks like a forgotten crawl space
under the large house above, converted into a bar. There is a staircase
out front that goes to a balcony above it but I have to wonder who lives
in the rest of the building as the raucous crowd parties hardy until after
3 AM. An excellent little hole in the wall."
Few tourists ever leave the strip, so Stone Lion
is 99% locals, mostly jovial and friendly even to out of towners. The
only downside is they only serve beer, but they have a broad selection
both on tap and in bottles. Or if you just wanna get wrecked they have
Schlitz Malt Liquor for a buck a can. We hung around chatting with
people and watching the news about hurricane Charley and the Olympics.
Did anyone else see the giant altar to Cheech &
Chong that was the Olympic torch?!? I couldn't help but say "Holy
crap, look at the size of that joint!"
The bar got quiet as everyone looked at the TV. The joint was lit,
then raised high over the stadium on a giant roach clip and the bar
erupted in giggles.
"These people could put us out of
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