I don't eat all that much pizza, except when travelling with kids (human beings younger than me). There is a spot down the road 60 miles in Hope, Idaho called the "Hope Icehouse Bakery & Pizzaria". Yup, it's on Lake Pend Orielle and originally was used to store lake ice for refrigeration. Word has it the properieter/owner used to be an Italian chef in NYC and for some reason moved to the panhandle, East meets West. The male employees all seem to favor "Rasta dreadlocks". East meets West meets Carribean, while the women employees seem to favor clothing favored by my peer women friends back in the late 60's, early 70's. East meets West meets Carribean meets "Have a groovy day" There are lots of windsocks and twirling things hanging off every available spot and blowing in the lake breeze. I believe the "Groovy day people" are in charge of decor.

Oh, the food? I have had a number of items off the menu and they are all pretty good. Two weeks ago I took a spin down there for the enjoyment, scenic views and a cup of coffee. The waitress said "hardly anyone ever comes here just for coffee". I can't ever remember crazier words uttered in a cafe'/icehouse/bakery/pizzaria. I had to mention this to her, but was smiling just the same. The Rasta cook was very impressed with my Triumph.

JH

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