Unlike Jason's trip to far-off places, my last trip took me to the upper peninsula of Michigan to the little college town of Marquette. I did not have to eat shrimp heads or eel soup but they do have a speciality called a pasty that looked particularly nasty. You can have it with rutabaga or carrots. I opted for neither.
Local photographer Jim (pictured above with our waitress Stacey) volunteered to drive us around Marquette and show us the area. We had lunch at a little Irish pub, The Wild Rover. Excellent fish and chips--with handmade chips. We then drove out to Lake Superior and walked along the shore. It was gorgeous. He told us where all the local people liked to drown and/or commit suicide. I've decided Marquette is a dangerous/depressing place to live.
We spent some time on the main street and visited an old-fashioned soda fountain/candy shoppe, a darling bookstore, a Michigan speciality shop and a tattoo parlor called Impale (nope, no tattoos). Lots of really good diners specializing in whole, fresh foods! There was also a big party going on outside the funeral parlor on Saturday night. A little odd.
