One last post about September biking vacation and then I’ll shut up.
The aftertaste, the honeymoon period, has been sweet.
On the Sunday of that glorious week, biking buddy and I were on the trail during most of a Green Bay Packer vs. Minnesota Viking football game that started at noon. However, in doing so, we were burning a lot of calories and around 1:00 pm, our tummies told us it was time for fuel. Carbs and protein. We decided to stop at a local micro brew pub in Preston, MN, where we had a nice oatmeal stout two days before. No beer on Sunday, but still a nice pulled pork sandwich, coleslaw, chips and a few extra carbs in the form of something sweet. Tasty! We talked further with the owners, a husband and wife team, retired from their regular jobs and in cahoots with a son that makes craft beer. Very nice people who treated us well, even though they knew we were Packers fans (respectfully cheering for our team, from the corner table). It would have been nice to stay and have a beer or two, but we were driving and had to complete our time on the trail without fuzzy heads or blurred eyesight.
We would later learn that our beloved Packers won the football game. Distasteful to the Vikings fans, yummy for our side.
Sunday evening, when riding was done, we checked into a lovely bed and breakfast in Peterson, MN. The trail was conveniently a half block away. Another couple had also checked in shortly after we hauled our many things up two flights of stairs into the “attic,” which was like a small apartment without a kitchen. Lovely.
In the town of Peterson, there isn’t much available in the evening regarding dinner. The VFW (Veterans of Foreign Wars) was the only place open as the other restaurant, Burdy’s, served breakfast and lunch. So, biking buddy and I went to the next town over and found a bar/restaurant that served great burgers and fries, and craft beers. We ate too much but our tastebuds were pleased. There are no photos of this event because…too busy feeding our faces.
Funny, the couple that checked in after us picked the same place to have dinner. There was no one else in the bar except the four of us, so we had a pleasant conversation, talking about where we were from, what we were doing in the area, and other sundry topics. Nice people, which seemed to be the norm during the week, regardless of birthplace, politics and football fandom. We enjoyed talking with the locals and other tourists and never had to deal with unpleasantness from anyone. In leaving the bar, the couple asked us if there was a place in Peterson that served breakfast and we told them about Burdy’s. We had planned on going there ourselves Monday morning as the intent was to have a good, healthy meal that would survive the biking miles until dinner time.
Monday morning, we walked into Burdy’s and who was sitting at a front booth but none other than the couple from the previous night. We wondered if they were stalking us, except they were there first and had already swallowed the tastiness of breakfast.
While chit-chatting with the couple, a woman came over to our booth who we would determine was the wife of the chef in the kitchen and that they were the owners of the establishment. After checking on coffee needs, she asked us where we were from. We told her Appleton, Wisconsin. She said, “You’re kidding, my husband used to work in Appleton. Lived up in Green Bay.” We asked if she was from Wisconsin or Minnesota and she said, “Minnesota.” I asked her to go back in the kitchen area, which was an open concept in plain view, and tell her husband, “Go Pack go!”
Owner wife gave me a disconcerted look and jokingly exclaimed,
“Not on your life!” (This would have made a great one-liner.)
Remember, the Packers beat the Vikings the day before and she is Minnesota born and raised.
Nonetheless, owner wife went back to the kitchen and gave owner husband the message. Biking buddy and I heard a commotion and turned to see Mr. Green Bay Packer Fan giving us a big smile and two thumbs up. He later came and talked to us for a bit, telling us how he met his wife why they opened the restaurant. Super-duper nice couple and the breakfast was fabulous. If you don’t like what’s on the menu or have special needs, just tell them what you want and chef will make it. My buddy was courageous and simply told him “surprise me.” I was a little less courageous, but you can see that my plate held a very yummy and nutritious breakfast. Almost too much – we were both stuffed before it all ended.
Good thing we biked 29 miles that day.
And met up with our couple friend again, in another town, as they were getting ready to load up the bikes and go home.
We were there first. The stalking thought entered my mind once again, but they were too nice to take that nonsense seriously.
And this is how it went for most of the trip – Fabulous rides, nice people and tasty food.
Our only regret is that we decided to visit the Aroma Pie Shoppe on Monday. They were only open Saturday and Sunday due to it being after Labor Day. Ugh! The two guys on bikes that stopped before us were just as disappointed. I had my heart set on lemon meringue pie or blueberry pie, or pumpkin pie, or french apple pie, or any pie.
Oh well, that’s the way it goes. You miss out on one tasty treat, but there’s always another…
And…anoth…thanks, but I’ll pass on the free zucchini.
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