Ihadn't planned on visiting the bar first thing on arrival in Louisville, but with rain imminent — and an hour to while away until dinner — the Seelbach hotel bar lured me in.
Legend has it that the place also often beckoned St. Paul native F. Scott Fitzgerald — who, it was said, began writing "The Great Gatsby" on cocktail napkins there. His character, Gatsby, was even rumored to have been based on someone Fitzgerald met at the bar.
Whether that's Louisville fact or fiction, who knows? I can only say that after a visit to this fetching, history-rich city, I came home with plenty of stories myself — as well as a strong urge to return.
Located on the Ohio River, and named in honor of the French King Louis XVI (which explains the fleur-de-lis symbol prevalent throughout the city), Louisville has long been known for its horse culture and Derby Day, bourbon and baseball. Today, the city itself has also evolved into something of a bon vivant, loaded with cutting-edge restaurants, varied cultural pursuits and trendy neighborhoods. In the 1920s, Fitzgerald wrote that Louisville was pervaded with a melancholy beauty. Nowadays its beauty is anything but melancholy.
Unless you've got a connection (or a lot of cash) for a seat at the annual Kentucky Derby, the best time to visit Churchill Downs is probably not during its annual "Run for the Roses," according to my guide during the early morning "Barn and Backside" track tour I'd reserved for my first day in Louisville.
When I arrived at 6:45 a.m., the Churchill Downs parking lot was basically empty. In contrast, the barns I saw were bustling with activity: Handlers bathed horses, while water in the buckets created steam in the early morning light. Horses were being "hot walked" and still others were already on the track, "learning to be better racehorses," according to our guide.
After the tour, I wandered through the adjacent Kentucky Derby Museum. Its treasure trove of Derby Day memorabilia includes videos of past races and a wall lined with fanciful hats worn for the occasion by celeb and local spectators.
Then I headed to Wagner's Pharmacy. Located behind Churchill Downs, its proximity to the barns has made it a hangout of jockeys, grooms, trainers and sportswriters for years — not because you could buy horse liniment and pills so much, but because of its great lunch counter. Surrounded by sun-faded photos of past Derby-winning horses, I feasted on an omelet the size of a football and complimentary warm-from-the-oven blueberry muffins. On the way out, I overheard the pharmacist and a local as they exchanged racetrack pleasantries: "Well, we lost again … I can't get a winner … but I'm thinking … "