Brunch at the Oak Room

Our last, and perhaps most memorable meal in Louisville was Sunday Brunch at our hotel, the Seelbach Hilton.  I love a huge Sunday brunch with omelet stations and desserts before noon.  Brad and I were heading downstairs from our room and he said he thought he had something in his shoe, maybe a piece of paper or a bug.  We were running late to meet our friends, so I told him there wasn't anything in his shoe, meaning there's nothing in your shoe, you idiot.  We got to the elegant brunch room and joined our already seated friends.  Brad was still feeling this phantom piece of paper in his shoe, so he slipped it off and dumped out an enormous cockroach onto the floor.  Neither of us screamed, which was good.  I said big bug, big bug, big bug and put my napkin over it.  Brad excused himself either to go take a shower in bleach or put on socks made of depleted uranium.   He did return, and we all did enjoy a beautiful brunch, especially after the nice waiter scooped up the dead (?) bug and made it go far away.  At the end of our meal we signaled for the check, and the nice waiter said that our meal was complimentary because of the big bug, big bug, big bug.  (Maybe I'm paraphrasing slightly here.)  We happily took our free meal, even though the bug was imported from our hotel room upstairs and not a resident of the actual brunch room.  And our friends agreed that the next time we dine together we should bring a big plastic bug and see what happens.