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LR/Great Eat: Proof on Main, Louisville KY

One of the funny things about living in a decent-sized city is that often you seek out your own little hidden favorite eats and bars, neglecting the ones always raved about by visitors to your city. But there’s no excuse to ignore Proof on Main, one of Louisville’s most highly-touted bars and eateries. The Southern-Italian-Spanish menu is innovative and boasts tons of local and fresh ingredients, but it’ll put a hole in your wallet (mains from $18, tasting platters from $17 with a wide selection of meats and cheeses that you’ll not find anywhere – think buffalo carpaccio or pecorino ginepro – artisan sheep cheese). The main reason to go to Proof, however, is to enjoy the atmosphere and take in one of the spot’s signature mixed drinks, like the robust “Strapping Lad” or the sweet “Barbarella.” Proof is also a hotel and art gallery (well, attached to 21c Hotel and Gallery, but it feels like one big establishment), which means you can grab a drink view tons of unique and interesting art and installation pieces. There are even wild pieces in the bathroom – the men’s room features a sort of two way mirror with a perpetual waterfall urinal! You can also interact with several of the cool installation pieces – my favorite is Camille Utterback & Romy Achituv’s “Text Rain” (by the elevators) where anyone can move and bat letters around as they fall from the ceiling. Proof on Main is a total gem in downtown Louisville – next time you’re in town, you gotta check it out!

Great Eats: Risorante Zeppelin, Orvieto, Italy

In the heart of Orvieto, Italy stands the beautiful Ristorante Zeppelin; if you don’t know Italian, just look at the menu and point, or, better yet, ask the waiter to chose for you (they’re super nice) – you can’t go wrong at Zeppelin. As you enter the restaurant, you’ll pass a small area with a beautifully polished wooden bar with various black and white prints on the walls, with small tables that are always crowded with locals and full of lively conversation. If it’s nice, ask to sit on the terrace outside (if it’s open) or just go up through the little arched doorway into the larger dining area. Order yourself a bottle of the house red (Orvieto Classico – at six Euros a bottle it doesn’t get much better) and dig in to the freshly-baked bread basket as you pour over the menu. You can order different “surprise” dishes, which may or may not include the standard Italian dishes like gnocchi or antipasta, but if you’re into being particular, get the bunny. I felt terrible about the death of a rabbit for my palate (ooh, a couplet – watch out, Petrarch!) but I didn’t know what it was until after I ate it – it was delicious all the same. Everything on the menu is delicious, but the desserts are insanely decadent – skip the tired old tiramisu routine (which is really good at Zeppelin’s) and go for the blood orange sorbet. Buy a bottle of wine to go and drink it with friends while leaning over the Orvieto city walls – if you’re not bursting from happiness between the wine, food, and scenery than you might want to check your pulse to make sure you’re still alive.

Great Eats: Unnammed, Le Peninsula de Azuero, Panama

The Los Santos region of Panama is about as old-school Panama as you can get, though the area sees enough tourists for Carnival that you can get by with pigeon Spanish. But going past Las Tablas, the center of the region, to Le Peninsula de Azuero, will get you to some of the most beautiful and remote beach front you may ever witness. There’s a hotel with a restaurant in the area, and it’s all right, but go past it, further south down the main road, past the “maybe it’s open maybe it’s not” ocean-front pizza place to the open-air blue and tin-roofed building perched up at the top of the hill. Your beer will be in a bottle, and your food will be on a paper plate. There isn’t much selection from the old menu, which is posted with plastic letters on an old, yellowed Pepsi board, and there isn’t much to go on for beverages other than Coke, beer, and water, but the fish, oh the fish. The fish comes right out of the ocean, probably brought up from the boat a few hours before the restaurant opens – which, in Panama time, means there is no set time, just show up and somebody’ll come out and make you something. There will be soggy french fries or crackers to chose from for your bread, because you’ll need the carbs to make up for the amount of omega-3s you’re putting in your belly – the fish is fried (battered to a golden yellow, delicious, but watch for bones) or chopped into quadrants of ceviche. The wonder that is fresh raw fish, marinated in lemon and lime and god’s own grandeur, is unbeatable. You can grab a picnic table under the tin roof and listen to animated conversations from the locals, who are friendly and won’t judge you if you go back for seconds – the beer, fish, and bread will run you about $3 a round – as well as watch the local feral cats fight over your handouts (not advised). Or, put your feet up and watch the happenings below on the beach, your whole body and being smiling from the simplicity that is fresh fish, a beer, and good company while overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

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