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| After a horribly boring 6.5 hour layover in Denver, Colorado, I was finally on my connecting flight to Boise, Idaho where Rachel and I were to meet. I read up on Boise before leaving Iowa and learned that the city is home to a large population of Basques (read up on the Basques of Boise here http://www.boisebasques.com/). (photo above is the Basque mural located next to the Bank of America) |
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| Rachel and I drove to the hotel, unpacked a our luggage, ate some cookies, and were on our way to enjoying the cultural delights of Boise, Idaho. We were drinking at a place called "Bar Gernika" when I noticed a spirited light saber war taking place outside. A bunch of gangly college students were yucking it up in the middle of the road, smacking each other about the face and neck with a well lit party prop. Soon there were many more gangly, drunk, college students running about. "What's going on?" I asked the bartender, "Why, it's Basque fest! Haven't you heard the news?" Apparently not. Apparently not. Rachel and I had stumbled upon a Basque street party. Not too shabby. We walked around the Basque block (featured in the photo above) and watched drunk Boise-ites jump up and down to the tune of an accordion. It was pretty entertaining to say the least. I was too tired and horrified to join the rowdy street fair so we walked around the town, took in the sights, and hit another bar. Soon it was time for bed. |
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| And what better way to nurse a sour beer stomach than with greasy breakfast food? Thank goodness for Google or else how would I know where to go? Ask a real person? Doubt it. Google told Rachel and I to go to Goldies, it's the place to be for breakfast in Boise. The restaurant had a great ambiance and an upper and lower dining area. We sat on the 2nd floor and looked down to see what the patrons were eating. It looked red. It appeared to be hash brownish in nature. It was called "red flannel hash" (beets, potatoes, and bacon cooked like hash browns). So I tried it, why not? While enjoying our meal the waiter warned us about beets. "One time my girlfriend went to the hospital because she forgot that she ate a plate of red flannel hash." Decoded: Beets make you shit red so don't go to the hospital. Ugh. I kind of lost my appetite after that one. I prefer my waiters to not talk about feces while I'm eating their signature dish but, whatever, the food was great. |
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| Of course there were other wonderful things about Boise, like this sign for instance. But I can't write about Boise all day or you, the reader, will lose interest. So, I'll spare you the minute details. I would recommend a visit to Boise to any Tom, Dick, or Harry. Wait, wait! One more place to visit if you go, visit the Record Exchange. They have excellent tunes and the best espresso I've had in years. |
