When I go to Kentucky I always try to bring my gun and travel during daylight hours. (I really don't ever carry a gun, but it sounds good.) You can never be too safe when you go to Kentucky, but this trip across the border to Trenton didn't require all of that, this time anyway. Seriously though I love Trenton and the people of Kentucky even though they like to dress in that godawful blue with a big K on the front of their shirt.
They opened up a new restaurant there and the weather was nice for a change so we decided to take the bikes this last Thursday night for some mighty good barbecue. The Black Sheep Bistro is in an old gas station with an old car lift as a lunch counter. We both had the pulled pork slider special, but I can't wait to go back for the smoked prime rib. It really is a unique place. I can't wait to go back.
We are actually friends of Trenton Kentucky and it's 419 souls that live there. It is a small crossroads town on US Highway 41 a few miles from the Tennessee Border. Terri has been going to a quilt shop there for years it is one of those special places that seem to be lost in time. Yes, I am a quilting widow with Terri spending a lot of time at The Golden Threads Quilt Shop.
Oh No!!! I here they are getting ready to put in a Yarn and Knitting Shop. I really don't think we can build that wall fast enough. Although like the wall down south fails to keep illegals from coming into this country. I doubt that a wall no matter how high can keep my wife from going to Trenton. A quilt shop and a knitting shop it will be an irresistible attraction. Please dig my grave now.
It was a nice short ride to Trenton. A good time was had by all and I got the ladies at the quilt shop some Pecan Clusters. So I'm hoping that they release her for good behavior.