Coeur D’Alene is this odd cross between college students summering over and retired folks enjoying life. There are high-end art galleries downtown with beach-bum kids in flip-flops, random street art and tattoo parlors.
I ate dinner at Crafted, a gastropub near the lake. The evocatively-named Lips of Faith pluot ale was slightly winey (and sort of light and dry, like the foretaste with no after) and not sweet, thankfully, and a nice beer for the end of a very hot day. It did not, however, go too well with the garlic fries, although the fries themselves were addictive, with some sort of garlic-cheese confetti piled on top of shoestrings. The Sam I Am burger (beef patty, smoked pork loin slices, fried egg, green chili salsa) was oversized, slightly more medium than medium rare, and they probably should have stuck two fried eggs on it since the lone egg only covered half the patty. Tasty, didn’t need the pork loin–which was dry–but it was impossible to eat with your hands. Knife and fork, and you feel very frou-frou about it given the laidback setting.
Airbnb place was unremarkable, no special history, but very roomy compared to the last couple places. Everything else in Montana/North Dakota is huge, but oddly, the houses aren’t. It’s only now that I’m starting to see big sprawling McMansions again.