Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Swinging open the main door, you’re transported back to one of the many older buildings in cities like Chicago, New York, or Boston. The interior has a hallway that meanders through the first floor with multiple storefronts. On the left is a door to the Brooks restaurant. Walking through it you find a few seats by the window, quickly the server puts down a couple cups of coffee. Your trust in taking the local’s tips continues as she says that you should try the chicken fried steak and a veggie omelet.
With your order in, you immediately spot a couple you met yesterday. Exchanging “Hello’s” they ask if you’re having a good time in Wallace. “Absolutely!” you reply, giving big smiles back their way. The veggie omelet is out first and its perfectly cooked with the vegetables soft but with a wonderful little crunch. One thing that is a bit different about the tasty egg concoction is the house-made Hollandaise sauce blanketing it. Definitely one of the better versions you’ll have anywhere. Topping that, the star of the morning is the Chicken fried steak. The breading is caramelized and crispy on the outside while the inside is tender and juicy where you don’t even need the sauce. Of course the house-made sausage gravy is amazing too, but this breakfast meat could stand on its own. With stomachs full and coffee cups filled, it was off to backcountry ski Lookout Pass.