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Re:"If You Bake It, He Will Come"
Wed, 07/25/12 8:06 AM
Sunday July 1, 2012 (cont.) Next up was the short drive to St. Olaf, IA, to visit St. Olaf's Tap. Now,the town of St. Olaf is small (population of 108 according to the 2010 census), but it feels like Des Moines compared to where I had just been in Gunder. St. Olaf's Tap claims to be the Home of the World's Largest Tenderloin. The motto on the sign says "Put Something Big Between Your Buns". As soon as I walked in the door, there was only one other person in sight and it was a woman playing darts. Assuming she would greet me and tell me where to sit, I stood just inside the door for a few moments. She eventually looked at me and then went right back tothrowing darts. Awkward! Turns out she was a customer. The inside was so dark, there was no good place to get photos using natural light, so I plopped down at the nearest booth. A man in his 30s wearing a St. Louis Cardinals hat came out of the kitchen and brought me a menu and soon after, a glass of 1919 root beer from the tap in a frosted mug. Very nice! There was a decent amount of other items on the menu, but the idea of getting anything other than a breaded pork tenderloin was not a consideration. It was just a matter of how big. I would have loved to have gotten the big one, but there was no way I could have tackled it, especially after eating most of a Gunderburger just a short time before. So, I settled on the medium, figuring that would probably be a regular sized BPT at most other places. And that turned out to be an accurate assessment. It was still much bigger than the bun, extending out on all sides. Sitting on a plate, the size can be deceiving, so here it is in my hands. Not a monster, but still a substantial sandwich. And to think, this is only the medium! The breading was crispy, with a thin coating. The one complaint, it was salty. Not too much that I didn't finish it, but I am sure there are better BPTs out there. The man running the place was a nice guy, trying to take orders and do the cooking at the same time. Halfway through the meal, two couples walked in the door, but he turned them away, saying they were closing in just a few minutes and the kitchen was closed. As he walked past, he told me, "I hated to do that, but I have to spend some time with the family this weekend." That is life as a small restaurant owner, isn't it? St. Olaf's Tap 106 S. Main Street St. Olaf, IA 563-783-7723 After three food stops in such a short amount of time, I needed a long break. The plans were to spend the night in the Quad Cities area, so I drove straight to the hotel in Davenport. After relaxing for a while, I was ready to go back out. There was a Machine Shed a very short distance down the road, but all I needed was some ice cream. My friend cecif has been telling me about Whitey's Ice Cream, a popular local chain for years, so I found one not far away. With this being a humid Sunday night, the place was packed. Looking over the available flavors, I settled on a scoop of black raspberry chip and a scoop of chocolate. Both very good, it was a perfect way to finish off a Summer evening. But, I apparentlymight have made an error in ordering. Waiting for my ice cream at the register, I noticed just how many of the servers were busy making milkshakes. When the young girl came over with my ice cream, I asked her about it. She told me Whitey's is best known for their excellent milkshakes. Okay, so next time I will know what to order. Whitey's Ice Cream 2419 E 53rd Street Davenport, Iowa 563-359-0001 It was back to the hotel for the night. Much more to come.....
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