As I mentioned yesterday, the Mister is a bourbon man. Years ago, when we were first dating, he asked me to go away with him for a long weekend to explore the Kentucky Bourbon Trail. I wasn’t much of a bourbon drinker, but I love going anywhere new and Kentucky sounded like as good as any place.
It was breezy and overcast, and as we drove along winding gravel roads and grassy green hills, the countryside felt moody and romantic. We spent that Saturday hopping from distillery to distillery, learning about bourbon making and sampling batches. Most of the distilleries are closed on Sunday, so we spent that day exploring Kentucky wine country, which was amazingly fun. My favorite winery had a tasting menu with 23 wines and for just $3 you got to try them all(!) and keep the glass.
When we weren’t sampling Kentucky wines and bourbons, we indulged in amazing barbeque for lunch, and went for dinner at a restaurant in Louisville that was attached to an art gallery.
We rented rooms in a couple of little B&Bs in Bardstown, Kentucky. My favorite was Springhill Plantation and Winery. The rooms were beautiful, the wine was plentiful, and we really enjoyed having breakfast with the owner, who entertained us with Civil War and ghost stories about the area over spicy grits and coffee. In our downtime it was lovely to wander around vineyards and act like the goopy young lovebirds we were.
If I’m being honest, I can’t say I had the highest expectations for this trip, figuring at the least it would be a few days off of work and some quality time with my guy. To my surprise, it turned out to be an incredibly fun time, and we both loved how unpretentious and friendly everyone was. We chatted with bourbon makers, vintners, and plantation owners just as easily as fellow travelers and bar tenders. Of all the domestic trips I’ve taken, this is probably the one I recommend most often, at least to friends who have any interest in bourbon.