Thought perhaps since this post is so lengthy and covers a variety of ground on the subject of Door County I should give it it's own topic, but, mods, feel free to merge with whatever existing threads it might better belong in.
Mr. Bananasandwiches and I headed to Door County this weekend for some much needed relaxation and hit many of the "greatest hits" provided by fellow forum members both in Door County itself as well as to and from.
Friday AM after dropping the pup off in McHenry with his "dogparents", the breeders who are kind enough to provide free boarding, we took a short jaunt over the border and hit Brass Ball Fruit Stand first. There were a few pies to be had as well as some pretty stellar looking tomatoes and other tasty bits of produce, but since we were on our way to a hotel we figured no sense in buying that kind of thing to have it sit around for a few days--though for a good moment there I contemplated some passenger seat pie-eating action.
We grabbed a half-gallon of some tremendous peach cider to pack into our cooler, and made our way back to 94 to head North. When purchasing our cider we inquired about the availability of the Ho-Made Hot Garlic pickles (they were out) and the checkout girl gave us a card and encouraged us to call ahead next time if there was something in particular we were looking for--they keep the shelves pretty lightly stocked but can order things.
The cider was peachy deliciousness, not too sweet, and was welcome refreshment on our drive as well as throughout the weekend--bringing a cooler was a smart move on our part and something I highly recommend.
We then snaked our way North and up into Racine where we hit Kewpee just as the lunch rush hit. I was particularly perterbed that my camera had decided to give up the ghost only a few days prior to our trip--this is the kind of place that my memory just can't capture fully, and so much more than the sum of its parts. We sat at the counter and each ordered milkshakes, double cheeseburgers (the patties are of the thinner variety) and fries.
The cheeseburgers tasted like what every cheeseburger probably tasted like in 1950 or so and what virtually none of the fast-service cheeseburgers in this country taste like anymore. The key was the beef--not too salty, not too fatty or too lean, not cut with fillers and preservatives and strangeness. It was perhaps the finest cheeseburger, of that thin-patty soft-bun style that I have ever had the pleasure of consuming.
The shakes were also quite tasty and the fries were somewhat unremarkable--crinkle cut from a bag--but somehow they seemed to fit with the overall theme of cuteness and kitsch--but not that ersatz retro Ed Debevic's feel--this place is the real deal.
We headed up to Door and checked into our lovely inn, The Pembrooke in Sturgeon Bay, and headed into town to assess our dinner choices. This being Friday in WI, however, Mr. B-wiches had his heart set on a fish fry. Fish boils are more the norm in Door County it seems, mainly for the spectacle of the final conflagration—but neither of us seemed too enthused about that on what was a very warm and muggy night, and after having spent several hours driving and walking around in our own funk we wanted someplace with air conditioning and booze more than anything.
After consulting a few local shopkeepers as well as our inkeeper we freshened up a bit and headed over to the Nightingale Supper Club. Immediately walking in to the place you get a Sabatino'sesque preserved in amber old-school vibe that I'm sure is polarizing. We loved it. Sitting at the old wooden bar next to octagenarians drinking our gimlets, waiting for our table to be ready, sampling the free cheese spread and chicken liver pate, we knew we were in for a treat. We were definitely the only tourists in the place and the clientele was a great mix of large multi-generational families, older couples, and even a few 20-somethings like ourselves who were all there, it seemed for one of two things, either the Walleye dinner special, or the Prime Rib.
Husband went with the walleye dinner and I decided on a fried shrimp dinner--a choice I ended up regretting not because the shrimp weren’t darn good, which they were, but because the Walleye was transcendently delicious—and this coming from a gal who has never, ever liked any other fried fish she’s ever tried—I chalk it up to bad fishstick memories from childhood. The walleye was moist, slightly sweet and flaky and ever so lightly coated in a very thin batter with a hint of cornmeal. Not fishy, not overly breaded, just fresh crisp pescatory perfection. Dinners come with the usual array of salad, coleslaw, potato choice all of which were well executed but unremarkable compared to the glorious splendor of the fish. My husband will, I’m certain, be forever comparing all other fried fish products to that Walleye. Walleye is on Tuesdays and Fridays only, they have perch the rest of the week which, if they use the same batter, would be equally worth your time. We also observed a table full of gentlemen each making short work of an obscenely good looking and large chunk of Prime Rib, rare, of course—also another specialty of Nightingale, if you’re more turfy than surfy. We capped off the walleye orgy with a very nice slice of, I believe, house made, cherry pie. Filling was a little more gel-y than I prefer but that’s more of a stylistic choice than a failure in execution, imo. All that said, This was the culinary and atmospheric highlight of the trip for us and I can’t recommend the place enough. Make sure to include a round or two at the ginormous bar as a part of your game plan either pre or post Walleye-fest.
It was around 8 or so when we were done with dinner and the sweaty weather had finally broken so we walked back into town after dinner in search of a nitecap. Most of the bars in Sturgeon bay are of the beer-and-shots type persuasion and all the coffee places close around 5 or so, and we were feeling like we wanted a calmer atmosphere so we sauntered in to the bar of Sage, a more upscale restaurant on Sturgeon Bay’s main drag that we had vetoed as a dinner choice based on our feeling that, if we wanted $12 crabcakes, we woulda stayed in Chicago. That being said the bar of the restaurant is lovely and all the plates that passed us by looked tasty. We each had a glass of wine from their well-honed wine list (which wines specifically escapes me) and it made for a very pleasant end to a great day, foodwise and otherwise.
We woke up early the next day and enjoyed the breakfast at our inn—cherry-chocolate scones and fruit for me and eggs and such for Mr. B-wiches. Scones were fresh baked and darn good if you’re into chocolate chips in your morning meal which I certainly am.
We drove up Hwy 57 to “The Farm”—a good stop for anyone with kids or an affinity for barnyard animals (leave it alone, I know what you’re thinking). It’s your basic petting-zoo farm-artifacts nature-trail kind of place complete with lots of happy screaming kids and baby goats that basically maul you for a handful of feed corn. We came, we saw, we pet some kittens and moved on out. Good clean family fun, if that’s your bag.
We kept on moving up 57 and finally came to rest in Sister Bay, where we did the usual stroll around and look in shops full of things I can’t imagine anyone actually buys. We did, however, buy some pretty tasty fudge at an outpost of Door County Confectionery, which has stores in pretty much every town in Door County it seems. It was, well, fudgy and delightful and I’m sure I have a few more fatty corpuscles in the “fudge” quadrant of my thighs as a result, which, FYI, resides in between “French fries” and “Brie” in my fat globules, just north of “ice cream”. But, that’s whatcha do when you’re on vacation, right?
We ate lunch at the Door County Bakery, both having pulled-pork on Corsica Bread. Corsica Bread is the Bakery’s signature offering and is trademarked, in fact, and is basically Italian bread that has been baked in olive oil. Fat? Plus Carbs? Where do I sign. The sandwiches were very good and enormous and all the other bakery offerings looked quite delightful as well.
Believe it or not, about an hour later, in Fish Creek, we carved out some room for custard at Not Licked Yet. It was, well, custard. Good custard. At least as good as Scooters. Another good stop for those with kids in tow, they have a large playground and a garden gnome theme that the Osh Kosh B’Gosh crowd would surely enjoy—do kids still wear Osh Kosh B’Gosh overalls, anyway?
More driving, more towns. Fish Creek, Ephraim, Egg Harbor. Gift shops, lots of samples of cherry related products and olive oils and mustard and whatnot, finally stopping at Wood Orchard Market in Egg Harbor where I bought some Rhubarb-Cherry Jelly (I’m a rhubarb sucker) some cherries, dried cherries, and probably some other stuff I can’t remember that’s now sitting in a bag on my kitchen counter. They also had some of the Bea’s Ho-Made line of products but none of the hot garlic pickles either. The Bea's Ho-Headquarters is in Ellison Bay--we didn't quite make it that far north. Anyways, good looking pies, lots of Wisconsin cheese and a remarkable amount of restraint in the embroidered tea cozy/ snarky doormat category that every other store seems hell-bent on pushing in Door County.
Again, it was hot and we were a bit wilty so after grabbing a bottle of Edna Valley Chardonnay (one of my standbys) at a grocery store in Egg Harbor we headed on back down the peninsula to find dinner and retreat to our room to drink in our two-person Whirlpool which is another one of those things you only think to do on vacation. We had a ho-hum dinner at some Neighborhood Pub place (I think that was the name) that, though right next door to The Nightingale had none of the atmosphere and about a ¼ of the tastiness. Applebeesesque. Friendly waitress. All you need to know.
Woke up, re-sconed and checked out and headed back in the direction of Chicago, stopping at Sendik’s in Brookfield for some cheese-related presents for ourselves and our neighbors who were kind enough to watch our two felines. Great store, insane parking lot. Not quite as epic as the Peterson/Cicero Whole Foods but a very nice store, indeed.
Then, stopped at Thompson Strawberry Farm in Bristol WI (thanks to Cathy for the rec in an earlier post) where we picked 2 gallons (yup, gallons) of pristine, juicy, nearly pornographic strawberries which we plan to consume some of as well as give some to friends. Remember to look UNDER the leaves—that’s where the good ones are.
We returned to Chicago early this evening after retrieving the dog with a car full of loot, some nice color in our faces and a few more miles on the odometer. All in all an excellent weekend with some great food related stuff and some all around old fashioned American summer fun as well. We were surprised it wasn’t busier up there, if you’re looking for a fun summer diversion we recommend it highly as an alternative to the madness of the Dells or Galena.
The Pembrooke Inn
410 North 4th Avenue
Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin 54235
(920) 746-9776
(888) 271-0585
Brass Ball Fruit Market
25600 75th St
Salem, WI 53168
(262) 843-3041
Nightingale Supper Club
1541 Egg Harbor Rd.
Sturgeon Bay, WI 54235
(920) 743-5593
Sage Restaurant and Wine Bar
136 N 3rd Ave
Sturgeon Bay, WI 54235
(920) 746-1100
Door County Confectionery Sister Bay
537 N. Bay Shore Dr.
920-854-1113
Door County Bakery
10048 Hwy. 57
P.O. Box 740
Sister Bay, WI 54234
Telephone:
920.854.1137
Call toll free: 888.392.7323
Wood Orchard
8112 State Highway 42
Egg Harbor, WI 54209
Phone: (920)-868-2334
Toll Free: (866)-763-2334
Sendik’s
18985 W. Capitol Drive
Brookfield, WI 53045
(262) 781-8200 Phone
Thompson’s Strawberry Farm
14000 75th St
Bristol, WI 53104
(262) 857-2351