Monday, July 14, 2008

Best Breakfast Up North

Look, you're Up North and it's time to let someone else cook breakfast for you. Perkins? Forget it. Who needs more franchises...that's why you left where you were. I'm sending you to one of my favorite all time breakfast joints called The Lake Placid Inn.

Here is one of those "hidden treasures" off the beaten path that is as quirky as it is delicious. This is a place that hasn't been ruined by remodeling. Trust me, it's very clean, it's just still a blast from the past and that's part of it's charm. Wind your way slowly along the pine studded path of Hwy F on the reservation and look closely or you'll miss it. Your mouth will start watering before you get inside. And once inside, you better obey yourselves! Rule #1, sign in on the chalkboard if you want a table...even if the place is empty. (A name and number in party will do fine.) Don't hassle the help if you have to wait; they see you and know you're hungry. They also know you don't eat like this at home. (Sit at the bar and have a "shorty" if you have to...you won't be alone) When your table is ready you'll enter into the pleasure zone. All of these people in this small, quaint room have one thing in common...they're all happy! This is for families with 3 generations at one table eating pancakes, laughing, sharing stories and creating memories. You may also find the CEO of a large Chicago company in shorts and sandals with pure Wisconsin maple syrup running down his chin and chatting up the locals. The point is, it's all family here. Everyone is welcomed.

Orders are taken efficiently and prepared just as quickly. Don't dilly dally...know what you want. In less than 10 minutes you're food is on the way out with Denise's pronouncement " Don't touch the plates, they're hot". That's right, one of the few places that figured out hot eggs on cold plates don't mix. Now sitting right in front of you on the classic plastic tablecloth is the best beakfast this area has to offer. Just how thick is that french toast? Psssst....the bread is baked fresh on the premises and cut just before your order was prepared. Is this heaven or what? Here's the deal; the food is great, the people are salt of the earth and the portions /prices/ quality can't be beat with a cane pole.

After you've eaten, sip your coffee for a bit while Uncle Roger clears the plates. You, my friend are lucky. It's 10:30am, you've just finished breakfast and you have the rest of a stunningly beautiful day to enjoy yourselves in our playground called "The Northwoods". Now quit yacking, pay your bill, leave a nice tip and let someone else in on the secret.

I've gotta run. Thanks for stopping by today and bringing the pie. All my love to you and yours, Elmer

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