Roadtrip: On the way to Fargo

Wisconsin is very wide.  Also, its rural areas along the interstates has a lot going on–the exits may have been 10-20 miles apart, but it seemed like every single one had some sort of local attraction or winery or cheese shop or quilting center.  Even its rest areas have scenic views.

Rest stop scenic view, WI

Rest stop scenic view, WI

Black River Valley, WI

Black River Valley, WI

Minnesota, on the other hand, was quite boring to someone who grew up in rolling farmlands.  So no photos from that part of the drive.  Straight on to Fargo, ND, which is just over the border from Minnesota.  Yes, I’ve seen the movie, and so have, apparently, the good people at the official tourism center.

Fargo Tourism Center, ND

Fargo Tourism Center, ND

Airbnbs and regular hotel prices are comparable here (seeing as there was only one Airbnb listed when i checked), so I opted for shopping along the strip of hotels lining I-94 till I found a good price.  Just down the road was a really, really retro diner called Kroll’s, whose menu has, tucked deep into the back page of regular diner/breakfast fare, a couple interesting German specialties to go with the region’s immigrant roots.

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Fried dough is exactly that, like naan or pita or any other flatbread except it’s taken to the ultimate carby extreme.  You eat it with butter, or dip it into knoephla soup, which is a cream-loaded chicken and dumpling thing that gives lobster bisque a run for its money in the richness department.  The fried cheese curds were probably overdoing it, but if you’re gonna eat a heart attack, why not?  I’m going to be hiking around national parks and stuff all week, anyway.