Nothing But the Kitchen Sink

Driving across South Dakota today, it struck me it is very similar to North Dakota, only not as far North. It was a straight shot through from Fargo to Sioux Falls. Lots of rain again but those big skies are beautiful when they shine through.

Kevin and myself agreed that The Old Courthouse Museum is the worst we have ever been in. “It’s like a fucking tour of my Nana’s kitchen.” I cannot disagree Kev.

In tents.

The museum, in addition to musty kitchen implements, featured a 1994 stereo and a buffalo.

We did have a nice wander around the falls and Main Street. A much preferable town center to Fargo, with a lot of brownstone charm.

Before I forget, the “C’mon Inn” Fargo was just odd. There were hot tubs in the dining area. My biscuits tasted vaguely of chlorine. I do need to remember the two scariest words in a hotel’s description are “Kid Friendly.” Lots of annoying brats running around the scrambled eggs in swim suits.

Back to South Dakota. COFFEA downtown Sioux Falls did serve one of the best Cappucinos ever. Top coffee of the trip so far.

Swans! Swans! Swans! I’ll explain when we chat.

We got back downtown for dinner at Bibisol. It served excellent nouveau Mexican, the best tostadas and empanada I’ve had.

We both agreed thd service and people we have encountered in South Dakota are nothing but friendly, upbeat and helpful. That lot in North Dakota were a miserable pasty lot. The warmest reception there was from a wood chipper.

Confession – I bought a lot of crap in the Fargo chipper store.