Richmond, Virginia is known as the booze-infused capital of the country. With over 30 craft breweries and more on the way, it’s the place to quench your thirst from a hot day. It’s also a pet-friendly hub of activity for millennials with a funky college-vibe.
Need a tat? Fabled Tattoo Gallery has you covered. Maybe an affordable outfit? The consignment shops at the art-deco Cary and Court has that too. Perhaps a pedal to rent and explore the nearby University of Richmond campus? Carytown Bicycle Rental has big and small rides. It’s Mother’s Day, a humorous gift from Mongrels is the place to find it. There’s nothing that this 15-block stretch of Cary Street doesn’t sell, rent or offer.
After wrapping up early with my production gig, my client graciously offered up a tour of his neighborhood dropping me off near the 1928 Marquis of the opulent Byrd Theater. The doors were locked shut or else I would have checked it out.
Wild edibles like ramps, fiddleheads, and morel mushrooms go hand-in-basket when in Virginia so it makes sense that I try something foraged. The Broken Tulip was the place I discovered. A list of the local farms and fishermen was scribbled onto a black chalkboard hanging on the wall upon entering.
Sariann and her husband David Crabtree-Logan are the talented young chefs who run the social eatery. Theirs is a patchwork of varied backgrounds that include authoring a cookbook and living in Portland. They were readying the kitchen for a 6-course prix fixe menu when I arrived.
“I’ll take the cured anchovies and raw oysters, please,” when asked. Polarizing ingredients that would have made George’s beard stand up straight had he been with me here. I, on the other hand, slurped down the delicacies down with the intensity of a sea otter!
Having thoroughly enjoyed my small plate of three half-shells and look-a-like sardines called boquerones, I could just imagine what awaited those lucky enough to reserve a communal dinner later that evening. I left envious.
Beyond the health-conscious lunch spots and crowd-filled farm-to-table restaurants, there’s also a smattering of pastry shops, gastropubs and coffee shops in Carytown too. Quirky murals brighten the alleyways and buildings where street musicians play for the pure love of it.
Ying and Yang
The proverbial “leap of faith” is always a good thing when you travel. Flying is crazy enough but doing so on the commercial airline, particularly United, is beyond the boundary of reason. I returned home last night in one piece but not before car-pooling between airport with an evangelic Christian, a last-minute dash through a busy terminal and a near miss with a bolt of lighting while airborne. For all the love that a destination brings, you still have to return home and more often than not, it’s opposite the uncharted fun from earlier.