There is a free lunch, and it’s pretty good
By Ben Olson Reader Staff The notion of a “free lunch” stretches far back into U.S. history. At one point, the “free lunch” was a common tradition at saloons across the nation. Patrons who...
Category: Eats & Drinks
The Sandpoint Eater: Pucker up
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist When Sandpoint’s Dillon family opened Panhandle Cone and Coffee, I recall their new storefront having a lot of quiet days. Like many food startups, I wasn’t sure they were...
Mad about Science: Huckleberries
By Brenden Bobby Reader Staff Idaho’s state fruit is a thing of natural wonder. Steeped in a sense of legendary mysticism, you hear locals talking about hucks (but never sharing their picking patches) and...
Two parts liquor, one part literary criticism
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff The Lord of the Rings is my colloquial “Roman Empire” — I’ve thought about it every day since the winter of 2007 and I have no intention of stopping....
The Sandpoint Eater
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist It’s hard to believe 11 years have passed since I created the dessert/cookie table for my youngest daughter Casey’s wedding in Chicago. It was everything we had envisioned it...
Sandpoint’s favorite frothy festival
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff The year’s tastiest celebration, Beerfest, returns for its 10th anniversary Saturday, July 6 at Trinity At City Beach (58 Bridge St., in Sandpoint) from noon-5 p.m. Festival goers can...
Leaving a lasting impression
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff The Pend Oreille Arts Council will draw inspiration from the father of impressionism, Claude Monet, Friday, June 28 for its annual Art Party fundraiser. “Monet’s Soiree” will run from...
Epicurean nibbles
By Reader Staff Anyone who has dined out in Sandpoint knows we are lucky to have so many talented local chefs for such a small town. Hosted by the Greater Sandpoint Chamber of Commerce,...
The Sandpoint Eater: Sampling Sandpoint
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Remember plucking petals off the daisy and reciting, “He loves me; he loves me not”? This month, plucking petals, I find myself saying, “Summer’s here; no it’s not.” Fingers...
Still, there is pizza
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff We ate soggy, New York-style pizza at the strip mall after burying Nana. One minute I was scattering rose petals in the rain — a cinematic expression of grief...
