Smokey’s was not able to take us, so we headed to my favorite Wisconsin supper club ever instead, Marty’s Place North. This restaurant has been open for multiple generations and I have been going for the last 5+ years: I love this restaurant.
I do not love this restaurant because it’s perfect: I love the food, the staff, the history and the consistency of the experience. We had an awesome relish tray (they make their own horseradish cheese and smoked liver spreads) and amazing entrees of fish and steak. For dessert (kind of important to me), I had my heart set on the Strawberry Schaum Torte.
I ordered it when the steak was still on the table. The server returned minutes later to inform me that they were sold out due to the July 4th busy week, and waiting to set more meringue for the following day. I said it’s ok, how about vanilla ice cream with whipped cream and strawberries (love that Wisconsin dairy).
Minutes later, the server returned to say they had no more strawberries. This was the point where a lesser restaurant would be out of options. “You can sit at the bar, but you can’t use DNA to bring dinosaurs back to life!” As in Jurassic Park, hospitality finds a way.
The server returned with a complimentary sundae using the JUICE leftover from what strawberries they’d had, and it SATISFIED MY CRAVING. Technically perfect, no, but full of heart. Just imagine I’m gazing at my cane, with the tip containing a mosquito frozen in amber… HOSPITALITY FINDS A WAY.