My son Kevin has lived in Fargo, ND, almost ten years which coincides with the number of years I’ve been visiting the locale. In that time, I’ve always been struck with the abundance of great places to eat. You wouldn’t think a small town on the edge of the Great Plains would provide so must grist for one’s taste buds. But it does.
This trip Earl and I are spending about forty-eight hours before we head up the road to go catfishing. But that blog is to come. This blog acknowledged the five restaurants we ate in during the Fargo part of our trip. And, no, we didn’t cook at home once.
Last night, we ate at The Bison Turf, which is a dive bar just across the street from North Dakota State University and two blocks from my son’s house. It’s typical bar food, but you can hear the laughter of thousands of NDSU students embedded in the walls and booths. More than one couple has carved its initials in the wooden booths. I asked Earl if he wanted to carve our initials, but he declined.
Today we ate pizza at Rhombus Guys, had Guinness and free hotdogs at Dempsey’s (One of us had a free hotdog; being vegetarians two demurred; and I took a bite), and then went to a white tablecloth restaurant to celebrate my birthday with a wonderful meal at Sarello’s. (NOTE: I’ve written about Sarello’s before.) We met two other people who were also celebrating their birthdays the same night. It’s a great place, and I’ve spent more than one birthday at there.
Tomorrow morning, before Earl and I leave to go catfishing, we plan to eat at Mom’s for breakfast. My son says Fargo is not a breakfast town in the same way as the Twin Cities or Chicago is. He decries that there are maybe two restaurants at most that offer great egg fare. Or offer it all day. Since breakfast is Earl’s favorite meal, we’ll do a taste test ourselves. And regardless of the verdict on Mom’s, we’ve eaten ourselves through quite a bit of what Fargo has to offer. And I haven’t taken a single Tums®.
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