A few months go when I received an invitation to my cousins wedding I got excited. Any excuse to travel and I hadn’t seen Jeff in a while so a new adventure was on the horizon. I called Jeff to see to see how far it was and to see where we could stay. Since I wanted to stay in a hotel, he suggested Wytheville. He said it was about 30 minutes away. I knew that was just over the NC/VA border since a friend of mine lived there. So I sent away for my information and made reservations.
As it drew closer for our vacation, I once again called Jeff to let him know where we would be staying and when we would be arriving. We were invited to Jeff’s for the rehearsal cookout on Friday and Jeff gave me the address.
Friday arrived and John and I took off for a weekend away. I had hoped to make it up to the big lookout for some amazing views. But since we now had the cookout we thought it was best to locate our hotel and rest a bit before the cookout. Instead we napped and while I was getting ready I heard John call me in to the bedroom. He asked me if I was sure Jeff gave me the correct address. I confirmed it and he told me this was over 70 miles away! What happened to 30 minutes???!!! He checked the address for the wedding and that was 40 miles. Not exactly 30 minutes, but better. I called Jeff and confirmed it was more like an HOUR and a half. We bowed out of the cookout and told Jeff we would see him the next day. Now faced with nothing for the night, we decided to go find dinner and the go see the newest version of The Hulk staring the very handsome Edward Norton , the very lovely Liv Tyler , and the very gorgeous Tim Roth .
Since it was 40 miles to the wedding, we figured on leaving out by 12:30 giving us plenty of time to get to the wedding and change clothes. We had to check out of our hotel by 11 and had to have something to do, we decided to go to an herb farm first. We checked out, visited the herb farm, and left right at 12:30.
Now I should have known when we got onto a state road that was 666, things would not go well. Our next maneuver according to our GPS would take us on another state road that was 15 miles to Tazewell. So 20 minutes top, right? 45 MINUTES later we arrived. The road we were on could give Lombard St. a run for its money and in places 15 MPH would have been speeding! The wedding was at 2 and by the time we arrived at the town’s limit it was 1:55.
Our plan was to quickly dash into the bathrooms and change clothes then quickly duck into the back and not disturb anyone. So when we arrived at what should have been the church, surprise…no church! We drove up and down the small main street several times before finally seeing a group of women coming out of the library. We asked if they could tell us where the church was and they all stated that they had lived there all their lives and never heard of it. And now this is the kind of small town where everybody knows everybody and every place. Yet half a dozen people later we still could not locate the church. Dying of thirst we finally stopped at a convenience store and asked yet again, and yet again they had never heard of the place. They did, however, direct us to the fire department behind us and felt sure they would know. Guess what? They didn’t either.
At this point it was almost 3 and I knew the wedding was long over and we were still in jeans and shorts. We still had that long drive back in the rain and needed to check into the B&B by 6 and we were starving. In the end we admitted defeat and called and left my cousin a message and wished him lots of luck. It was off to the mansion and back to our long drive.
Now you would think that would be enough of a misadventure for one weekend right? Wrong! Anyone who has read my journals knows John and I have the worst luck with restaurants. At least one of our picks won’t pan out. So I always plan for that and check out what I see when I am pulling into town.
On Friday I had originally had dining plans and when we didn’t get to the cookout, I was glad I had made them. I had chosen a fish house I had seen in our visitors guide. We followed the directions the GPS provided and had also taken our visitors guide. We again drove up and down trying to find the fish house and wondering how we were missing it. We finally saw a lady checking her mail and stopped and asked her. She told us the place had been closed for a few years! So we went back out and in search of an Italian restaurant I had taken note of and I felt confident if this place as it had a website that was recently updated. We quickly found it but this would be the week they were closed for vacation! We finally decided to head back to the movie theater and luckily we ran into the Ocean Bay and had food for our now growling tummies.
Saturday would bring us double bad luck. After we arrived backed to Wytheville we went in search of yet another restaurant that I found in the visitors guide. And again it was nowhere to be found. So we saw Troy’s and decided to find out if you could find a real Philly cheese steak in VA. And were glad to say…yes you can!
While our wonderful B&B hostess, Patti, was giving us a tour of the mansion, we ran into some other guests looking for dinner suggestions. She suggested the Log House, but warned service was slow. We now had exhausted our list of restaurant picks and didn’t have anything for the evening. I had looked at the Log House Restaurant but after a number of bad reviews decided to forgo the place. Most people agreed the food was wonderful. They just all said the service was slow and he staff was rude. But one did say it was under new ownership and there were changes being made.
Perhaps that person was right. We laid down took a nap, got up and got dressed for dinner. We arrived at the lovely building around 8 and went on in. We went to the hostess station where we were very rudely told that they were not seating anyone else without reservations. They never asked if we had one. The dining room was far from full and the only people we saw waiting was a group of 3 women. So we went back to the Trinkle Mansion and employed Patti’s help and this time she sent us to Kimono Japanese Steakhouse. Which it turns out was perfect.
Then on Sunday we were once again out of luck. While passing though Lexington on our way to Wytheville, John suggested we stopped by on the way back and get some BBQ and that way we didn’t have to worry about cooking when we got home. I had been wanting to go to Lexington BBQ, which was featured on the Travel Channel. John couldn’t locate the address in our GPS. So we decided to just stop and get directions when we hit town.
We stopped at a gas station and asked where we could find Lexington BBQ and the gal at the counter informed me that the restaurant was closed on Sunday. She then tells me Jimmy’s is open, just around the corner, and would be her suggestion for BBQ. I had heard of Jimmy and heard it was good and was really wanting some Lexington Q. So why not? It turned out to be the best suggestion of the whole trip.
Now despite all these problems, our trip was still wonderful. I was with my husband and we were away for the weekend. And for me that was the best thing of all.