April at Lamy’s: A Love Letter to Doing the Most

You weren’t planning on staying long. Just brunch. Maybe one mimosa. Two, max. But then someone mentioned bottomless and next thing you know, you’re laughing with your friend on the best patio in Sedalia, the dog’s asleep under your chair, you’ve got a bloody mary in hand, and someone’s telling you about a fresh batch of award-winning brats downstairs.

This is what April feels like at Lamy’s. A perfectly casual but buzzing environment, undeniably magical tumble through everything we’ve packed into this historic corner of downtown — and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

You start with brunch, of course. Saturdays from 10 to 2, we roll out bottomless mimosas like it’s our civic duty. Choice of eggs, a weekly mouth-watering special, and that french toast that turns you into a brunch evangelist — it’s all here with a fresh spring menu and a side of sunshine. And just to really test your willpower? We’re doing our first-ever Sunday brunch on April 13. You know… for those who believe in second chances (and second rounds).

From there, it’s an easy slide into Saturday plans. You might swing by Kempf’s Country Market, tucked inside the building like the best-kept secret only locals know. Except it’s not so secret anymore — their jerky and brats just picked up awards, which feels less like news and more like well-deserved validation. You grab a few for later. Or now. No one’s judging. But, get in line. Our fire department are regulars and these fellas know how to eat!

Then it hits you: Record Store Day is April 12. And you’re already here. Josey Records has limited vinyl drops, exclusive pressings, and that same electricity that made you fall in love with records in the first place. You pop in. You flip through crates. You find a candle that smells exactly like the suite you stayed in last time — and yes, now your house can smell like Ms. Scarlett’s red room. Add to cart.

Which brings us to the part where you realize: you could just stay the night. You’ve already scoped out the new Suites at 112 — a boutique collection of studio, one-, two-, and three-bedroom suites, each one a stylish nod to that board game we were all just a little too obsessed with. Ms. Scarlett’s Suite is accented in red and made for main character moments. The Conservatory? Blue and breezy and kind of perfect for sipping something bubbly. Mr. Peacock’s greenish-blue retreat. The Library’s vintage charm. They’re all moody, modern, and full of character. Just like the people who stay in them.

They’re right downtown. Walkable to literally everything. And available on Airbnb and VRBO. So you book one. Because why not? You deserve a night where you don’t have to drive. A night with cocktails and candlelight and a fridge full of Kempf’s.

You might even hear music drifting up from downstairs, or catch a new record playing in someone’s open window. Maybe your suite neighbor just moved into one of the Lamy’s Lofts upstairs and they invite you to metal toss on the patio. You didn’t come here looking for a night out. But somehow, here you are.

And that’s just one Saturday.

April around here is full of moments like this — stories that start with a drink and end with a new favorite place. You can pregame or postgame First Thursdays all summer long. You can bring your pup to the patio, toss some cornhole, order another round, and then grab brats for the road. You can wander into a record store and walk out with a weekend in your hand. Or a suite key.

Because these buildings — these beautiful, strange, storied blocks — aren’t just where history lives.
It’s where it parties a little, gets second brunch, and buys a candle on the way out. I

Welcome to April at Lamy’s. We saved you a seat because history loves company.