Ok, I can see, maybe, someone starting their trip to Minnesota with sandwiches at H.P. Schmaltz's in Naperville (still good even as the buzz has died) but then Mendota, Illinois, the Quad cities, Amana Colonies...I think that's not quite grub on the way to Minnesota so, I leave those places to another post, another time. I think the generally held view is the way to Minnesota is Northwest through Wisconsin. So, that's what I've posted below.
High Shores Supper Club
Like most road fooders, we have 3 ways of finding grub along the way. First, there's the years of reading and research (as exemplified by the Norske Nook below); there's the opposite, which is the just try or kiss a few frogs school and there's the third approach, studying as you go-go. The last approach can rely on visual clues, like a sign for home made pies or it can rely on careful review of media on hand--we all know the wonders ReneG can do with the yellow pages. To help our eating, we keep a few resources in the car (or Dad picks them up as he goes along), and through various secret VI family algorithms, we can often use these to find decent places. When the drive from Mall of America to Osseo, Wisconsin took too long, we found High Shores on the path to Chippewa Falls.
It's pretty much what you expect, nay love, in a Wisconsin supper club: on a lake; no relish tray, but there's a salad bar with pickled herring, fresh made salads and cheese spread; the menu features blue gills and perch (which tasted nearly the same).
The best thing there were the cheesy potato options that come with dinner. Below is au gratin and the house speciality, which is a combination of cheddar cheese and mashed potatoes.

Is the cooking here stellar? Well, the mashed potatoes were alternatively thin and chunky depending on where the spoon landed; the fish a bit heavy on the batter. Still, I would gladly return here if in the area.
When we hit Chippewa Falls, we knew were we'd spend the night
There's plenty to do in and around Chippewa Falls.
Leinenkugel Brewery
When you visit the Leinenkugel brewery, in its turn of the century factory nestled by a creek (but not too close to the actual falls), you can let them get away with them calling themselves a craft brewer. The tour's not long but fun to do (if in the area)
After the tour, you can drink the beers*.
Soukups Market
Slightly past what amounts to Main Street in Chippewa Falls is this great small town market. So retro, I mean old fashioned, they sold candy cigarettes; also house made potato dumplings, local canned goods including pickled green beans, farm fresh sweet corn and tomatoes, and an assortment of their own (or produced nearby) meats and sausages.
Olson's Ice Cream Parlor & Deli
Across the street, about, from Sokups, is Olson's. After a week of eating some pretty good ice cream in the Quad Cities, Minneapolis and St. Paul, this was the best. I'm not sure why Sophia's not looking happier about eating ice cream before lunch.
We always have to visit the local thrift store/used book store. I was a bit surprised to find out what they're reading in middle America.
Native Bay
Lunch a bit north of Chippewa Falls was about the best meal we had the whole trip (and we mostly ate well). It's like if
Paul Virant ran a supper club. Yup, it's on a lake; the bar looks the same, but the fried blue grills are
really good, the tomatoes in the BLT are heirloom and the fries, well just look.

Norske Nook
Native Bay was the great find, sussed out from an ad in a book in our motel! Norske Nook was the great, really great, disappointment of the entire trip. I have a hard time believing this place was ever that good, even as defenders point out to its recent change in ownership. I'm being generous to them with the picture below.
We drove about an hour south from Chippewa Falls for the fabled pies here. We ordered four: sour cream raspberry, blackberry crunch, chocolate cream and lemon meringue. Most of them, well, sucked. That cream, well, it's not cream, rather it's creme, or whipped topping or Cool, freakin' Whip. That's not what I want in the dairy state. And when asked, they could not even tell me where the fruits came from for those pies. The crusts were tired, dry and just industrial tasting. Actually, the one pie featured above, the blackberry crust was
a lot better than the others, a fresher crust and real fruit, like it was made by another source. Still, we had enough variety to see this was the outlier. Not worth it at all.
We high-tailed it to the Wisconsin Dells before sunset. I had to take a ride on the
Original Ducks and slapped the card down willingly for the $80 tab. Afterwards, I had to go here:
Paul Bunyan's Famous Cook Shanty
We all have restaurants we remember from waaaaaaaaay back, and this is one of the ones that stands out the most. I can still picture the pitchers of milk that came with meals, and there was something about the pewter pitchers that made it taste so good. That's gone, health department, but the rest, well it stacked up pretty darn good to nostalgia. It aint gourmet and it aint even quality supper club fare, but the stuff was all made with some care, some effort. The fried chicken was pretty darn good, really! I'd go again fer sure. Sadly, my camera ran out of battery power here (I was looking at the wrong tiny light).
Madison's been discussed in other threads.
Los Chicanos
Los Chicanos is not too far from the Interstate exit for Beloit, and after a week of mostly kountry kookin' we were ready for something, well a bit more urban. Los Chicanos is not Quebrada good, but in Chicago, it'd be considered a good neighborhood taqueria.
Well, happy travels!
VI
*Yes, you can sample the beers, pre or post tour, but not minors.
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