Not Fast But Local
As the sun reflected off the mountains around Lake Coeur d’Alene, we ascended down from the Continental Divide to find a small town bursting with summer visitors; campers full of kids, retirees reflecting on decades of vacations, revelers in search for some action. Hungry, and still a little ways until our destination in Spokane, we dipped into this resort town on a large and beautiful mountain lake for some quick eats.
We quickly found a suitor; a throwback to the bygone days of hand-cut chips (made from Idaho potatoes, I assume), burgers made to order, and a painted picnic table. What else could one want?