We went to McGregor’s Blink Bonnie Supper Club on the recommendation of Smokin’, Chokin’, and Chowin’ with the King. It’s a small restaurant in Saint Germain, Wisconsin, famous for its steaks. We waited about 45 minutes for the table. Etta got rye whiskey manhattans and I drank O’Doul’s at the bar. Outside the window we watched white tailed deer come up and eat in the dusk; hummingbirds flitted at feeders; inside was taxidermy and neon. The place has a great ambience.
At the table, I ordered beer battered fried arctic cod, and Etta got the New York strip. The salad is old school, it was like eating a memory, with iceberg lettuce and bacon bits. I loved it. Etta’s steak came to the table sizzling and smoking. It was cooked perfectly, juicy and charred.
The server told us that “blink bonnie” is a Scottish term for a glimpse of beauty. The enchantment of a magnificent expanse of open country, a vista of mountain, glen, loch or moor. I enjoyed the dinner, and I got my blink bonnie up in the Northwoods.