St. Louis is not my favorite city on Earth. In point of fact, I’m not sure it’s anyone’s. But despite being surrounded by tribal-tatted troglodytes with a Bud in one hand and a fancy vape in the other, I managed to meander right through the mouth of hell with nary a singed leg hair. And I had my kids with me, no less.
Listen, I tend to put down this city every chance I get, but the fact is there is some decent, family-friendly fun to be had if you know where to look. The City Museum was actually fantastic and my kids were over the moon crawling through the various tunnels, caves, and ball pits.