Here I am in my birthday shirt (Thank you, Janie, it's perfect) and my birthday Fiat. I decided to drive 65 miles north to Brigham City and buy peaches. Tom had a model coming, and I don't like to be in the house on model days and hear giggling coming from the basement. Why do they giggle?
I've always liked Brigham City, but today it seemed even prettier and well cared for. I thought it was the kind of town where you might stay and live awhile, but I think that about every place I go. I like to try on places like clothes.
Anyway, after I bought the peaches I decided I wanted to eat lunch, but not at Maddox, which had a full parking lot, but in the center of town at the Idyl Isle Cafe, open since 1921, the year my mother was born. The second I spotted it, I knew it was the place.
But here's the thing: I get on the internet and find out that the Idle Isle Cafe is known for its Idleberry Pie. I mean, it's on these national foodie lists. Why did the waitress not say something. "You're not having Idleberry pie? Are you crazy?"
I was just telling Tom about this serious misadventure. He couldn't stand it and left me to go get a berry pie and vanilla ice cream. He said we'd both go to Brigham City next week and try the Idleberry pie.
Brigham City in September is always a good idea