The mechanic in Superior gave up the first morning of hunting season–and a Saturday to boot–to get me back on the road. The parts store didn’t open until 9am, and it was a balmy 14 degrees that morning in Superior, MT. I entertained myself some by playing with the mechanic’s chocolate lab and her tennis ball while he worked, and I was pleased and ready to go when he got me back on the road by 11am.
I really didn’t want to stop–not that close to home, and not when I was already a day late getting there–but hunger (and the fact that I slept through dinner the night before) drove me to stop in Post Falls, ID to find food. I’d spotted what appeared to be a local place along the side of the interstate … but as I took the exit and drove down to that area … I spotted The Breakfast Nook.
It’s a chain, but they apparently don’t have a website. The one I’m talking about is located here:
The Breakfast Nook
115 W Seltice Way
Post Falls, ID 83854
I choose it–quite simply–because it had more cars in the parking lot than the other restaurants around it
I also liked the old diner look to it, too!
The place was hopping, so–since I was alone–I just grabbed a stool at the counter. I was also pleased to see something beyond the same old/same old on the breakfast menu. The moment I saw it, I decided a polska kielbasa breakfast was exactly what I was looking for that morning.
My waitress was appropriately chatty and friendly. The coffee was good and strong and–bonus points–my kielbasa was perfect: tender and juicy on the outside, grilled and crispy on the outside. The eggs were excellent–a little over-done for over-easy, but acceptable–and the rye toast was thick and yummy. In fact–as I’ve done before on this trip–I combined part of the sausage, part of the toast, and some jelly into a sandwich to snack on later.
The Breakfast Nook was well on their way to getting a great grade out of me … but those hashbrowns ruined it
I don’t know what it is about the hashbrowns in the Pacific Northwest, but almost every time I’ve ordered them in the WA, ID, OR, and part of the UT area–and no matter where/from what restaurant–they ALL taste like old grease to me. I’d noticed the phenom for quite a while now, but this trip proved it to me once and for all. I ate hashbrowns all over the country in the last five+ weeks–through FL, GA, SC, TN, KY, IN, IL, IA, NE, WY, MT, and ID–and none of them tasted like old grease … until I hit ID. That’s because the closer you get to the PNW … the more the hashbrowns taste like they’re fried in OLD GREASE! I don’t know if it’s because they all buy their oil and/or potatoes from the same suppliers. I don’t know if it’s because people in that area somehow like that particular taste in their hashbrowns. I just don’t know why it’s that way. All I know is … they ALL taste like rancid fat to me … when the hashbrowns in the rest of the country don’t.
It’s a shame, too. The Breakfast Nook’s hashbrowns were otherwise perfect: thick, meaty shreds of potatoes fried on a griddle cook-top, steamed tender inside as they browned to perfection on the outside. They would have been a perfect accompaniment to my eggs, rye toast, and polska kielbasa … except for that lingering taste of rancid grease.
Final grade: I can’t be the only person to taste it, but obviously that flavor doesn’t bother most people in the area … or they would have revolted against it a long time ago. Regardless–and even as good as the rest of my breakfast was–I can’t give The Breakfast Nook higher than a B- overall because of it. Any more would not give justice to the great breakfasts I enjoyed on the other side of the Rockies.