[This is kinda the flip side of the trip reported
here, but before I bought the camera.]
Well, anyways, I recently drove to Iowa City. Took two days, but I'm sure you'll go faster.
First, here's some notes I cribbed before my trip of possible stops, they sound interesting, but I cannot personally vouch for either as I did not get there.
Bishop Hill – 160 miles west of Chicago near I-80 – Swedish Utopian village from 1800’s; Red Oak Red Oak restaurant, home made Swedish style food, pies, etc. (
http://www.theredoak.com/index.htm )
Rip's Tavern = fried chicken
Ladd, Ill. (population, 1,313), is not even on the road atlas I keep in my car. Take exit 70 (Spring Valley/Ladd) off Interstate 80, and drive a few miles north on Ill. Hwy. 89 until you come to a brick building with a line out the door and a big neon chicken in the window. The structure housing Rip's Chicken has recently been rebuilt, but Rip's goes back to 1936 (Rip's grandson runs the place).
There’s no menu at Rip’s. You order while standing in line: chicken strips or quarters of light or dark meat, hand-cut french fries, pickles or fried mushrooms; as an appetizer, there are “crumbs”—fried bits of batter. The chicken’s superb, moist and tender, with a delicate flaky crust. Rip’s is closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, and on other days it’s open only for dinner,
The first real food stop we had outside of the Chicago area was a Maid-Rite in a mall in Moline. I really wanted to try Maid-Rite, and I really expected to like it, but alas I did not. It was both bland and overly salty if that's possible. I like to think I went to a faulty new corpo-Maid-Rite*, and I would be pleasantly surprised at some small Iowa town Maid-Rite.
Then, it was dinner at Miss Mamie's in Moline, which is right down the street from the mall, so you too can try Maid-Rite first. [I also mentioned Miss Mamie's
here, where there is other advice on this route.] Needless to say, I really enjoyed Miss Mamie's. I mean with the salad (a not quite gourmet level but interesting house made garlic dressing) comes a circle of bread, tasting mostly like a muffie, you know muffin top.
Then, after the salad but before the entree, as a sorta intermezzo, a big basket of sticky buns came out. This was followed by nicely fried bone-on catfish and bread pudding with Whitey's cinnamon ice cream. A nice taste of the Quad cities for sure. [The address is in the linked thread.]
The next morning, having sampled Maid-Rite, we were off to try that other bastion of franchised Iowa, Machine Shedd. Luckily (I think) a little buzzer went off in the VI mobile and said, well maybe that's not the best of ideas. Instead, we went to Riefe's in Davenport; the kinda place where some of the other customers were eating delicious looking pork tenderloin sammy's for breakfast. All of the regular stuff was well made, and of course, you get comped a basket of homemade donuts--these were donuts I dream the Oak Park Farmer's market served (and you know how I still adore those). The folks at Riefe's make salsa for the Davenport Farmer's Market (Saturday's); after breakfast we were talking to the owners and admiring their tomatoes. As if the donuts were not enough, they gifted us with a big brown bag of the most surreal, oblong, bulging in the middle, streaked, old thyme, new fangled, heirloom plum tomatoes. I wish I had my camera then! (Riefes Restaurant, 1417 W Locust St. Davenport, IA)
After breakfast, we drove by
Bix's boyhood home, and I tried to explain to the kidz that he was once as popular as Panic at the Disco; they hardly believed me. There's a bunch of other neat houses in Davenport and some great views from above the bluff's. Also, a good used bookstore downtown there (Source Bookstore).
When Erik M sez his
last meal on earth would be at the original Lagomarcino's, I pretty much knew I had to go. Yet, in true chowhound fashion, we found ourselves, on the way, smack in front of
Jim's Rib Haven, another place on my notes. We decided ribs here ice cream there. Jim's is a pretty good place, especially if exactly on the spot as we happened to be, but maybe not detour worthy. The ribs were well smoked, but then hacked and tossed in a large container. I've had worse, when steam holding leaches so much, but the lack of freshness marred these ribs a bit. Service, however, was ultra friendly perfect. (Jim's Rib Haven - 531 24th St., Rock Island)
Dessert at Lagomarcino did not disappoint. I cannot comment on it's last meal worthiness as I skipped two course and went straight for the turtle sundae. This is a real classic in (what's left of) downtown Moline and should not be missed. I'd love it just for the tile floor and wooden booths, but the sweet ice cream was pretty good in its own right. Green River pop made to order is pretty cool too. (Lagomarcino's 1422 5th Ave Moline, IL)
Thinking we were crossing the river, we ended up by error in the Rock Island Aresenal. We used this mistake as an opportunity to visit the house museaum. Cases and cases of guns and a bazooka or two can be pretty fascinating even to an Oak Parker. Worth an hour or so.
A lot of Iowa farmer's markets are in the afternoon, as was Bettandorf's (whose town motto might be, "the least decrepit of the Quad Cities" and I mean that in a nice way!). It was pretty small, but I love all farmer's markets. Some neat turnovers for the kids who needed more sweets after Lagomarcino (not). As usual, I could not resist the jellies. Of course the kidz did not appreciate it, but I was quite pleased that we made it to each of the Quad cities that day.
I was so full from "lunch" that I did not eat that night in Iowa City. My kids ate a grilled cheese sandwich from one of the vendors on Dubuque Street. Honestly, not very good. The next morning, we went to Hamburg Inn, whose place as
the diner of Iowa City was screamed in all media (including the NY Times). And honestly, it was no Mickey's Dairy Bar. Having been inspired by the previous day, I tried to order a tenderloin for breakfast. Out! So, I got the namesake burger, maybe slightly above average, but well, maybe, I'm no Hawkeye....
...I will say that Iowa City was all around a nice place with lotsa college town kinda shops and a famous and good bookstore (
Prairie Lights) and a scenic river. (Hamburg Inn 214 North Linn St Iowa City, Iowa)
Happy travels.
*In some peeking at the Roadfood.com site, there appears to be some talk about lesser corporate Maid-Rites.
Think Yiddish, Dress British - Advice of Evil Ronnie to me.