Road Trip II: Paris to Bentonville

I love my job. I never thought I’d say that or that I’d reach a point where I’d have a job, much less a job that I enjoy and look forward to. It’s a great internship- granted, I’ve only had a day so far but it was a marvelous, welcoming day full of power suits, assignments, witty coworkers, and a rockin’ jam to Steely Dan in the car. Hell yes. You’re looking at the official Walmart/Sam’s Club risk management, antitrust, marketing, and merchandising legal intern, complete with a window cubicle. And they love Foodette!wpid-img_20140514_110553.jpgSo, what have I been up to? Aside from fretting over shirt and shoe pairings and getting my first projects for the summer, I’ve been swimming and relaxing and adventuring over the last few days.

wpid-img_20140516_142942757.jpgAfter my brief debacle in KC, I buckled down and drove three through Kansas to Missouri again, to Bentonville, settled into my plush accommodations, and got into work for my first day this morning- with a little fun over the weekend to boot.wpid-img_20140514_111420.jpgI drove through Illinois and passed a sign for mile-high pies not once, but five times. On the fifth time I screeched over a few lanes and went whole hog. Coconut creme pie, complete with Elton John quietly singing on the radio, an empty diner, and a menu straight out of the fifties, minus the fried frog leg special, of course. wpid-img_20140514_120808.jpgThe Goody-Goody Diner in St. Louis had fresh root beer. Unfortunately, I ruined my appetite with the pie and was too full to eat their famed Wilbur omelette, with chili, onions, peppers, and sausage, though that may have been to my benefit.wpid-img_20140516_110832.jpgCoffee from the kindest shop in Kansas City, Oddly Correct- not only did I change my shirt order three times, they accidentally cleared my coffee before I was done and brought me another on the house. The doughnut was marzipan-pistachio, made in house to my knowledge. wpid-img_20140516_185728.jpgKansas was a total bust, unfortunately- of the three spots I had in mind, all of which advertised being open on Sundays, every single one was closed. Damn you, Chicken Annie’s! Damn you, Barto’s Idle Hour! Damn you, Chicken Mary’s! I was hungry and cranky and splurged on $22 for room service at my hotel.wpid-img_20140516_153611661.jpgThis place was a saving grace in the middle of the highway, and I gorged myself on brisket snack sticks and pimento cheese. wpid-img_20140517_101012877.jpgI got brunch with one of my bosses at the Pressroom in Bentonville- a massive coffee and a baguette with prosciutto, scallion oil, avocado, and butter was just what I needed to start the day. That, and a trip to the Saturday farmer’s market for some goat cheese, jam, and peanut butter fudge. wpid-img_20140518_155825.jpgSunday, I spent most of the day indoors, swimming, working out, and relaxing, and went to a festival in Fayetteville. I sampled juice, bought some neat shirts, and got a refreshing iced coffee afterward, brewed with nitrogen like a nice beer- odd and carbonated, a wholly unique experience to say the least. It’s been fantastic so far, and I made it with very few snags along the way. I’ll be perusing the local restaurants and food trucks soon, so stay tuned!

One thought on “Road Trip II: Paris to Bentonville”

  1. Oh holy mother of god, that pie looks AMAZING! I had a similar “mile high” orange chiffon pie in Texarkana when I was five… licking the plate clean (literally) after a double cheeseburger, fries and a milk shake. God, I miss being able to eat like a trucker.
    Love your blog!

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