cowboy breakfast at the chuckwagon cafe, turner valley alberta. note to self – sausages never photograph well.
stock up on cherry coke whilst in america
our one splurge dinner out – whitehouse crawford, walla walla washington. wideslat fir floors, brick walls, efficient, but not unfriendly service (our server’s sense of humour saved her from being surly).
imbibe in an early grey cocktail before the walla walla fried onions appetizer.
whitehouse crawford buttery pasta
a find! Chukar Cherry factory store somewhere in the middle of Washington.
reuben sandwich at Valley Diner – retro diner in Ellensburg, Washington
we eat huge burritos in Quincy.
Central Washington state is the Okanagon of the south. Literally.
- Pike Place Market in Seattle is PACKED and HOT and TOO MUCH in July. We cram into Jack’s Fish Spot in the Market and eat the requisite fish and chips.
later, we have chowder at Duke’s Chowder House in calmer Lake Union.
the ultimate Seattle picture. Starbucks and a coconut cream pie bite from Tom Douglas’ Dahlia Bakery
back in Canada – raspberry pie from Cowichan Farmer’s Market
eggs straight from the chickens at our farm stay – Fairburn Farm.
fettucine al salmon at Cuckoo’s in Coombs, Vancouver Island (the goats on the roof place). thanks for lunch Dad!
chocolate chocolate birthday cake for my father-in-law – Blue Icing Bakery, Penticton. (Note: Icing got squished in the car).
We were away for an epic month, and did not always eat inspiring food. But this road trip was an Aaron-trip, not a food one, and these were our culinary glimmers in Washington State and BC. We were fortunate to eat some great meals with my Mom and Dad in Parksville, and Brother and Sister-in-Law in East Vancouver too (roast leg of lamb, beet salad and pavlova? Yes, please). I did not document those family meals because I was too busy eating.
This was mostly a trip about drive-in movies, river floating, hanging on the beach, jumping off docks, jet ski’ing, sleeping in yurts, feeding baby water buffaloes, visiting family and friends and chasing chickens. And that’s all good too.