CHISAGO CITY — After two days of chasing Esko and Cherry in the state baseball tournament last week in St. Cloud, to say that I was tired is a bit of an understatement. I was dusty, hungry, covered in sunscreen and driving from St.
Cloud to my in-laws' place in Chisago City. I was brutally tired. Worse, I knew my wife was already eating dinner at the Dalles House in St.
Croix Falls. This really wasn’t her fault. Her dad thought I was going to be there and planned to take us to the Dalles House — a legit Wisconsin supper club — after reading a few of my "The Old Fashioned" columns from a couple summers ago.
Even worse, since we met, my wife’s been telling me about the popovers they serve at the Dalles House. They made an impression on her when she was a middle schooler who had just moved to the area. Popovers are one of my favorite things ever and I was just trying not to think about the delectable rolls in all their eggy goodness.
None of this was helping my attitude as I headed south on I-35, but I texted my wife that I was going to eat at a little restaurant before I got to the house and she was welcome to join me for a drink when they got done. ADVERTISEMENT A few minutes after I sat down at the bar, my wife comes in and shortly before my sandwich comes, she leans over and says, “Save some room — I got you a couple of popovers while we were at dinner.” That.
Is. A. Big.
Deal. Popovers are notoriously finicky and, typically, restaurants only have a certain n.
