Well my friends, now I’m leaving the wanna-Bee Max’s Kansas City folks and heading over to a bit more arty place where some trucker hats still reside.  Still, I cannot help but smell the baked, warm artichoke dip and I instantly like the vibe of the place; warm lighting, a fireplace, taxidermy that doesn’t make me NOT want to eat.  Ahhh….good old colonial Freemans Alley (and don’t forget their sharp little annex; Freeman’s Sporting Club where gents can get their hair cut and an old fashioned shave).  Back inside, the freshly cut flowers, order me a nice toddy and perhaps Devils on Horseback.

NO RESERVATIONS people. Arrive early; stay late. Unless you know the Trucker Hat guy. That always helps.

From many memorable meals here (and the Matthew Barney chat to boot; while waiting in line for the loo).  Oh well, don’t hate…Participate.