My boyfriend and I have been dating for about 2 years and some change. We met in medical school and now were both about to graduate. He will be heading to Iowa to complete his dermatology residency and I will be in Chicago completing my Family Medicine Residency. Before we embark on the new adventure of a long distance relationship, we decided to spend a whole lot of hours together on a road trip from Springfield, IL to Colorado Springs, CO.
After making a stop at Scheels to get some fishing gear, we headed out on the road. We planned to stop in Hannibal, MO , home of Mark Twain, for lunch, and then stop in Kansas City. We would head to Colorado Springs the next morning.
We purchased an aux cord with an iPhone adapter so that we could listen to Audible through the car speaker. I suggested the book Gone Girl. I thought this was appropriate because some very significant scenes in the book occur in Hannibal, MO. While I realize that this book is not romantic, we had hours and hours of flat scenery to drive through, and I knew that this book wouldn’t fail to hold our attention.
As mentioned earlier, our first stop would be in Hannibal, MO. A very quaint, old-fashioned town, whose sole identity seems to be “Home of Mark Twain. We stopped in a restaurant called Java Jive. It was really cute but honestly… the food was fine. It was just fine. The atmosphere, however, did not disappoint. The dining room was somewhat reminiscent of Central Perk of “Friends” with its mis-matched furniture that somehow still worked together. As soon as we sat down a group of elderly ladies gathered for what appeared to be an art class stopped me and informed me that they are just staring at me because I am so beautiful. My boyfriend laughed and shook his head saying “You can’t go anywhere.” That’s always nice to hear! We wondered to the front of the cafe and looked at their little gift shop mostly composed of sarcastic gifts. For instance a pack of gum in the flavor “impeach-mint” next to a mug that reads “Everything is Super-F*cking-Duper”. I thought it was interesting that there was Trump satire in this seemingly mostly white town in middle america in this little cafe where in the bathroom written on a caution cone was graffiti’d “NO-Bama” which to the restaurant’s credit, someone had unsuccessfully tried to clean off. However, I digress.
About four hours later we arrived at our Air BnB in Kansas City, MO. We were greeted by a friendly but very…natural… smelling man. Our room was nice enough but ooooh, we didn’t realize that we had to share a bathroom, with the host, his sons, and two other Air BnB guests. Alas, the room was only 25 dollars a night, so we really couldn’t complain. We took a power nap, and then went out to Q39 for barbeque. The star of this restaurant is hands down the Burnt Ends. The best way to describe them are mini rib pieces marbled with fat that melt in your mouth . Everything was delicious but I honestly could have eaten just that and been happy.
With full happy tummies we headed back to our cozy Air BnB and let the food coma take us.