It’s morning in St Louis, and we’re getting ready to talk with some of the movers and shakers in the world of riverfront greenways. While preparing, we ate at a greasy spoon where Jimmy Kimmel was on the teevee talking about his daily cross-country flights for this week’s double-hosting duty. Yikes.
On a side note, this meal was my third in a row involving white food products slathered in butter — I’ve gotta be careful about that. But my health loss is your gain: I will send $5 to the first person who can correctly guess the four ingredients in last night’s dinner, a turkey ponyshoe.