Disclosure: This post is sponsored by Eckert’s Farms and the ALIVE Influencer Network.
Having lived in the Upper Midwest most of my life, I’m used to short summers and finding local rhubarb, berries, sour cherries (if you are very lucky), ground cherries, melons, and lots and lots of apples at the farmers markets.
These are all things I didn’t think about much, until we moved to Missouri. Although we’re not exactly in the south, we’re still farther south than we’ve ever lived before. The summers here are insanely hot and the winters are delightfully mild. You can still find most of these fruits at the farmers markets in St. Louis, but you can also find peaches.
I think I found the ultimate trifecta at a little vineyard located about 15-minutes outside of Springfield, Illinois: Wine, Siberian husky dogs, and wood-fired pizza.
With time to only visit one vineyard in the Springfield area, I asked the CVB for help. “Danenberger seems to be quite popular, right now” they responded. I can see why.
The Siberian husky dogs of Danenberger roam free; Danenberger refers to them as their welcoming party. One “Elite” Yelper’s review solidified my visit. He described how four, big dogs wandered around and sat by people eating pizza, hopeful for a bite, of course.
My first reaction was AWESOME.
I really returned to Springfield, Illinois for a horseshoe sandwich.
Two summers ago, Travel With Sara invited me to join her on a tour of Springfield, Illinois. We ate some delicious foods like fish and chips from Obed & Isaac’s Microbrewery and the iconic cozy dog from the Cozy Dog Drive In. Although we crammed as many meals as we could into 36-hours, we missed the horseshoe. St. Louis is only a little over an hour and a half from Springfield. I vowed to return during our time here.
Read about the restaurants Sara & I visited on our 2014 road trip here.
The Horseshoe is as much a sandwich as an Iowan hot beef.
You just can’t. But you can photograph the outside.
Whether it’s to protect the home from rogue flash photography, keep it shrouded in mystery, or ensure tours move efficiently, I do not know. But, don’t let that stop you from going on a tour.
I’m going to tell you a secret.
I used to be terrified of eating alone. So terrified that I absolutely wouldn’t do it. In fact, I once spent an entire college May term eating meals alone in my dorm room. All of my suite-mates and best friends traveled to New York City and left me solo. The thought of walking into a cafeteria looking for somewhere to sit by myself made me panic so badly I just couldn’t do it.
Now, I enjoy dining and traveling solo from time to time. It took me a while to get here, though. Walking into a party, solo, though; I’d rather die.
Last week I felt like treating myself on one of my days off. So, I did. I was in the mood for another miniature road trip. This time I headed to Edwardsville, Illinois to eat lunch at Cleveland-Heath.