I went on a little adventure last week to meet up with fellow blogger Doreen from Treadlemusic. Doreen is a Minnesota blogger and quilter extraordinaire who quilted a few quilt tops for me that came from Chris’s grandma. She is an amazing quilter (check this link for my finished quilt) and an even more amazing friend. She suggested we meet at this tearoom that she loves in Wykoff, Minnesota called The Bank Haus Gifts and Margaret’s Tea Room. I LOVED this place as she knew I would. From the looks of Wykoff there isn’t a lot going on but this was definitely THE destination. I would urge anyone traveling anywhere near there to make the time to stop in. The menu is very small—you choose 2 items from 4 selections that they recite to you and they arrive at your table immediately. I chose the lovely ham salad on a croissant and a mixed green salad with the most deletable poppyseed dressing. Oh my goodness. Doreen and I split a slice of cake for dessert which was to die for. A whole piece would have put me under I think.
They have recently moved to a location across the street from their former establishment and Doreen raved about the new space. I loved that the tearoom sitting is at the front of the space and that all the gift items are located around the seating area. Great viewing while eating and I shopped from my seat before I physically shopped.
I found several lovely things that will be gifts and I even got a cookbook that shares a lot of their wonderful recipes that they offer as menu items. The downstairs was a lovely collection of primitive art offerings and I loved being able to browse leisurely. They confided in us that they had spent the past 4 days changing out the decor to the Christmas offerings and what a lovely job they did.
When I had driven through the countryside to get from Iowa to Minnesota I saw two strange things enroute. I saw a helicopter coming down the highway on a trailer behind an SUV—-it was blade-less and had no tail but it was indeed a helicopter. Then I saw a camel in a pasture with a bunch of cows and bison. I told Doreen and she thought I had flipped. When I drove home I stopped to document it—–I am not crazy. At least this time I wasn’t.