Today I leave for the frozen tundra of St. Louis, Missouri.
What? You’re thinking. St. Louis in September is no Siberia in January!
You’d be right, except that I’m heading to Concordia Publishing House for my quarterly Board of Directors meeting. And the Board Room is, on average, approximately 57 degrees no matter the season.
It’s so cold in there that when I started on the board a year ago, they handed out special CPH blankets for our use in the room.
The blankets stay there, and the corporate secretary gets them out once a quarter, just so we don’t die of frostbite during the meetings.
In the old days of CPH, the men working in the press rooms were hot (to put it mildly), working in those St. Louis summers. They had all the windows open, and the Anheuser-Busch wagons would roll by and toss beers through the windows to the workers.
No air conditioning and beer? I’ll take it. (But give me a microbrew IPA, please.)
How have I never heard this until today? I got it in an email from the lovely Maggie Karner.
While I drink my little glass of Wittenberg beer, the Gospel runs its course. –Martin Luther
So much to love in this nugget. The Gospel working without (gasp!) our heavy-handed, clumsy, northern German pseudo-Lutheran intervention. Beer. Yep, that’s it. But it’s a good reminder to stop having encounters at coffee shops and instead go to the pub for a pint while the Holy Spirit does the heavy lifting.*
*Of course I don’t mean we should do nothing. Don’t even think about leaving a comment saying so.
Derek and I love good food and drinks, but not all places with good food and drinks love when we show up with three kids.
That’s why, when we heard about The Public House‘s Family Happy Hour on Saturdays from 4-7, we had to stop in.
The Public House is a bar in kind of a seedy area of town.
The part of town where you regularly see prostitutes and homeless people wandering around. The part of town next to the Greyhound bus station. The part of town that’s pretty close to our house, really.
The bar itself is very cool. Sleek. Clean. Contemporary. There is a requisite dude with dreadlocks and a nude painting behind the bar.
Kate pronounced the painting “inappropriate” and a lively family discussion on the merits of nude art followed.
She did enjoy her free, homemade lime soda.
Derek and I ordered Firewater IPAs ($3), which were deliciously hoppy. Sophia asked if they were “hot.” We also ordered a bunch of food.
From left to right, truffled popcorn ($3), Israeli couscous ($6.50), Grilled artichokes ($2.50), Blackberry Farm Brebis Cheese with a smoked onion spread ($4), and beet pesto ($4).
The kiddos enjoyed running around in a mostly-empty bar during a kid-sanctioned happy hour. They finished off with a sweet hug.
We’ll be back, and next time we’re bringing more friends who also think yummy food and drinks, and kids, shouldn’t be mutually exclusive.