Written by Danielle Gruden, Division of Tourism Intern
As we arrived in McCall, shortly after 1:00 in the afternoon, our stomachs began to talk more than our mouths. My friend Brian would not stop mentioning “huevos rancheros”, so in order to move the topic along, a stop at the Foglifter was not just needed, but necessary. We stole a seat as customers flooded in-and-out. We sat by the front window to warm our bones and people watch as thecrowds passed. Everyone sported snow boots and sunglasses, strolling down the street with family and friends, walking slowly to shops, restaurants, and pit stops; smiles stretched ear-to-ear. After Brian practically licked his plate clean, and our coffee was sipped – next stop was check-in.
We gathered up our gang and headed to the Shore Lodge to check in. We stomped the snow off our shoes as we entered, greeted by the heat of the fire. From the second we walked in, we were surrounded by friendly faces, comfort, and relaxation. The staff went out of their way to ensure we were beyond happy. The manager, John Wood, made all the stops to ensure our short trip was a complete success. They provided us with a ground level lake-side view, with a breathtaking scene of snow-covered peaks and frozen Payette Lake.
We made reservations at The Narrows, thinking we should enjoy the finer things in life for the evening. Our server, Dave, greeted us prompted and turned us to the specials, each one sounding better than the last. He drowned out every other sound as he meticulously described each dish with poise and temptation, filling our ears with visions of garlic confit, port wine reduction, butter poached heirloom potatoes, mushroom jus, and blue cheese demi glace. We selected a 2004 French Bordoux to sip on as we indulged in baked clams and mussels and a selection of humboldt fog, manchego, and smokey blue cheese. The service was as impeccable as the food we engulfed. We sat for two and a half hours, eating, drinking, enjoying each other’scompany; Payette Lake playing our backdrop.
We rolled ourselves out of Narrows and decided to head to the hot tub before turning in for the night. We were joined by some out-of-stater’s who seemed to be experiencing a similar state of relaxation and indulgence. Not knowing each other and sitting in a crowded hot tub – we enjoyed the best of it, throwing out jokes and memories every which way until the food coma set into full effect, and it was time to turn in.