I've been begging Dan to take me back to Greenup since we first started dating. I fell in love with the place about a year ago (maybe more!) when I first visited with some coworkers. But tucked over in Covington as it is, it's not the most convenient place for us to swing by.
However, we had a perfect opportunity a few weeks ago... on the day that Dan and I put a bid on our condo, I needed to take him back to Covington to finish his work day. We had time to grab lunch together, so I just started shouting "Greenup! Greenup! Greenup!" until he acquiesced.
I was let down, though. The building itself is still the kitschy, pretty café that I fell in love with, but the menu didn't match up for me. I suppose I was hoping to find something light and delicious like the avocado croissant that I'd ordered way back when, but nothing really fit the bill. I ended up with a grilled cheese and tomato soup... no classing-up, no really unique twist, and some greens on the side. The soup was different from your traditional tomato soup, but not enough to save my lackluster choice.
Dan ordered breakfast and can't remember much about it. That should say something, I suppose.
I am not the most adventurous eater, but when I go somewhere like Greenup I hope to slightly widen my horizons. Yes, maybe I should have ordered something with an obscure meat or unfamiliar cheese or foreign pronunciation... but I didn't, and I don't think my experience was interesting enough to chant "Greenup!" in Dan's ear again any time soon.
Episode #47: Northside
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