Oklahoma City
Old Route 66 on the way to Oklahoma City
Craving some good espresso, Aidan and I did a bit of browsing and discovered Coffee Slingers in Oklahoma City had a pretty good online reputation, therefore making this our first stop when we arrived.
Coffee!
So that Aidan and I still have things to talk about even though we spend 24/7 together we do things such as critique places we visit. Coffee Slingers went something like this….
They were only running a Bolivian/Rawandan Blend, and although it was great to have espresso again it was the most sweet tasting espresso I have ever had. I would almost say you could describe it as sticky. (Is that the right word coffee gurus? I think I need to attend some cupping events to expand my knowledge and repertoire to better critique my coffee encounters!). Aidan and I were also slightly unsettled by the décor and use of space in the café. A good café needs cohesiveness. It needs ambiance. It needs functionality. After a rather detailed discussion about how we would change it, Aidan and I headed out with a strange sweetness lingering in our mouths to find an art museum.
We arrived at the doors and looked in amazement at the huge glass sculpture that hung down three or four stories, and then got all excited for the rest of the museum. That is until we read the sign on the door that said “Mondays – Closed”. Not happy!! We seem to keep striking out with places been closed on Mondays. While we were on Vancouver Island we desperately needed to get some internet access so we could call Tasweigia in relation to renting out our house and time was of the essence. Could we find one shop, café or library that was open? No. All closed on Mondays. Not happy with this closed on Mondays trend North America!!
Moving on from my rant, and from the closed Museum, Aidan and I headed to Bricktown – a reasonably newly renovated neighbourhood of cafes, bars and restaurants all located on a mile long stretch of canal. After some wandering and a spot of lunch we decided to hit the road and cover some miles, as the day was overcast and slightly cooler than previous days.
Bridge crossing over to Bricktown
There are some really great stretches of the old road in this area and it is really enjoyable to drive along, past rolling paddocks, old farmhouses with rocking chairs out the front and the typical farmer with blue overalls and white tee shirt mowing his lawn. It sounds clichéd because of all the movies that portray these types of scenes, but the great thing is that the movies are reflecting real life in middle America. I am loving this experience!
This one's for Kelly
Buzz trying not to break the old bridge