The Blue Jay Lodge
This house, half-hidden in the trees, called “Blue Jay Lodge.” Chocolate-painted timber. Feels like Minnesota’s Northwoods. Huge fir trees loom behind; jays flit and squawk, bossing each other about. You walk in between ancient wagon wheels and young pines. And inside, black bears rampant, bison, deer, antlers, cowboy boots, horseshoes, stuffed partridges, pike, trout, walleye — all surrounding an remarkable collection of hand-carved tables and benches. I mean, huge, heavy wood, beautifully shaped and varnished. The tables are entire cross-sections of some kind of pine, highly-polished.
Here’s the thing about this food. It’s not Cordon-anything, but it is delicious. The sausage in the dawg is solid, not fatty, packed with flavor, not filler. And did I mention big? Nice sauerkraut with it too, and a toasty bun. But the best is the pile of grilled onions, making it a little sweet.
The BBQ sauce is good and thick and sweet, not vinegary. The brisket meat is totally fall-apart. The baked beans are warm and sweet. The fries are crisp, not bendy. Breakfast features pancakes for $7.75, Spanish omelet, $11.75 with potatoes and toast, or a two-egg breakfast with ham, bacon, or sausage for $8.75.