Our daughter, Dana, contacted us this morning and informed us she would be driving through Leavenworth so we hastily arranged to meet her for breakfast at a place called Wild Huckleberries. Peggy and I loaded ourselves into Charlotte and took the gorgeous drive down WA-207 and left on US-2 through Tumwater Canyon and into Leavenworth.
Wild Huckleberries was my choice for breakfast based on my perusal of the internet regarding good chicken fried steak available locally. We all know that everything one reads on the internet is true.
Strangely, it seems the internet may have some defective information about this place. It is located at the edge of a golf course and the view from the table was terrific until some of the golfers came wandering up the fairway swatting awkwardly at their balls which would go off in unintended directions. Much cheating was observed. Some folks would merely get their ball in the proximity of the little hole before picking it up and skulking away. Several individuals were spotted that were crashing around in the brush way off the fairway in vain attempts to find their errant shots.
The dress code appears to be less stringent here because some folks were not wearing the stupid puffy pants and horrible hats usually found in these venues. After watching several groups of golfers swinging their bats and clobbering their balls, the food arrived. My breakfast had the special, manhole-cover sized pancakes, a small chunk of chicken fried steak, hash browns and eggs. The eggs and hash browns were good but the chicken fried steak was only nominal and the enormous pancakes were created in such a way that they absolutely will not absorb any syrup. If you want syrup with your giant pancakes here, drink it directly from the pitcher. My advice is that Wild Huckleberries ain’t great and it ain’t cheap. Dining for 2 was about $40 because Dana and Peggy split a plate.
We finished up at the restaurant. Peggy and Dana then wanted to go clothes shopping, something yours truly refuses to take part in. The girls quickly formulated a plan which was to take me to the Badger Mountain Brewery in Wenatchee and leave me in the care of the brew master who was busy cleaning and sterilizing his fermenter. I tried not to bother the poor guy and was careful to stay out of his way but he was still very nice, giving me a couple beers for QC purposes. The beer was very tasty.
After a couple hours, Dana and Peggy returned and we walked from the brewery to the taproom, a distance of about 150 feet. I ordered a round of porter to keep me from dying of thirst and it was also very good. It was then that Dana took us to her work desk which is above the taproom in a gun store. The gun store was right up my alley and I fantasized about walking out with several of them.
After perusing the guns, we departed for the return drive of about 30 miles back to our RV spot north of Leavenworth. Fortunately, Peggy was available for designated driver status because I was feeling quite happy and unstable.