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A Garden In Winter. Kauffman Memorial.
A haven of serenity and silence is hiding in the midst of our urban landscape.
At The Ewing and Muriel Kauffman Memorial Garden, tranquility sits within plain sight of Troost and Taco Bell.
High stone walls shelter plantings and pathways that invite contemplative thought.
Playful bronze sculptures cast long winter shadows on carefully trimmed topiaries.
And when your frosty fingers have had enough of strolling, slip into the conservatory for a respite of warmth, color, and light.
Under the graceful glass ceiling, a resident cat has the right idea, snoozing amid lilies and poinsettias in the late afternoon sun.
And if the conservatory cat is not enough excitement, little ones will delight in seeing towering palm trees and exotic flowers flourishing in the dead of winter.
This little bit of horticultural bliss is located at 4800 Rockhill Road, Kansas City, MO, 64110.
The garden is open 8am to sunset year round.
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Gag Me With A Generic Genghis.
This place is the pits. I honestly can’t think of one positive thing to say about the chain-tastic Genghis Grill.
At $9 a bowl, the limp veggies, straight from a bottle sauces and stingy portion sizes are all of the more offensive.
I made the mistake of not looking at a menu before we got settled into a booth and gave drink orders. Our 5 year old loves stir fry noodles. We needed to get in and out quickly. It seemed like a no brainer for lunch (the Mixx is right next door, but we eat there often & wanted a new experience).
I had no idea that the GG bill would run us almost $30 with tip! I have had better Mongolian barbecue at mall food courts (and for a fraction of the price).
The selection of ingredients was lackluster, to say the least. The watery “stir fry mix” looked nauseating and too many of the veggies were pickled, not fresh (jalapenos, mini corn, etc).
TIP: Genghis Khan on Bell Street/39th serves up fresh and delicious Mongolian BBQ. It was already one of our favorite restaurants, but after eating at the execrable Genghis Grill, I will never take Genghis Khan’s superior service & cuisine for granted.
Genghis Khan (excellent food - and not just the BBQ!):
3906 Bell Street, KC, MO 64111
TweetNacho Ordinary Mexican Restaurant. El Patron.
In Southern California there are entire restaurant chains dedicated to perfecting the fish taco (Rubios, Wahoos, etc.). Those spoiled Californians don’t know how good they have it! Here in the Midwest, a craving for flaky fish and crispy cabbage on a warm tortilla is much, much harder to satisfy.
Luckily, Kansas City has El Patron, where a mex-food snob like me can get tacos that taste like an authentic slice of SoCal. Two corn tortillas are loaded with lightly battered fish and all of the trimmings, including generous hunks of creamy avocado. The fish taco dinner comes with a heaping plate of El Patron’s wonderful, fluffy rice. Word to the wise: do not plan on splitting this meal; you will not want to share a single one of your scrumptious fish tacos!
The decor at El Patron is a welcome departure from the dim lighting, decrepit booths, and themed tschotskes that ones typically finds in a Mexican restaurant. Instead, exposed brick and lofty ceilings create a sophisticated, urban vibe. Modern art on the wall and a lively bar complete the contemporary package.
Tip: The nachos are superb, full of gooey goodness.
The only thing that could possibly be improved upon is the salsa. El Patron’s salsa can’t decide if it wants to be blended or chunky. This identity crisis leaves the salsa with a consistency that is both watery and lumpy. I recommend the hot salsa, which has a respectable after burn. The mild salsa is completely bland (best for wimps and little kids).
On a recent visit, my son warned us all not to double dip our chips. He need not have worried; my husband and I were both vying for the hot salsa and Elliott finished off the the entire bowl of mild by himself. He ate his chicken taco and rice with an equal degree of gusto and asked “Mommy, when can we come to this place again?”
Son, you don’t have to ask me twice.
