La Crosse, WI is like Madison on the Mississippi. We got the oil changed and the guy asked me my address. I watched him type it into the computer and he spelled Chicago, “C-h-i-n-g-o.” The Waterfront is doing a lot of things right and definitely deserves to be the standard bearing restaurant for La Crosse. We had drinks, olives and nuts at the bar while we waited for a table, about 20 minutes on a Monday night. Girlfriend loved the cocktails and I enjoyed a nonalcoholic beer and the attentiveness and organization of the staff (I’m a restaurant manager). Seated on the heated patio right beside the Mississippi River, we steered directly to the main courses. This being Wisconsin, the main courses were accompanied by a delicious bread course from the pastry chef and the world’s best real butter.
I got a wedge salad with blue cheese and Etta got a cheesy tortilla soup for starters (this being Wisconsin, those are included with the entrees). For dinner, we got a medium rare steak under a gorgonzola blanket, and a pound of king crab legs. Everything was perfect and generous and had me glowing with rich meat energy for the whole week. For dessert we got a key lime pie with white chocolate cream. On the drive home, we saw the huge open flames of a brewery. The radio was tuned to Wisconsin public radio. I was exposed to Swingin’ Down the Lane, a musical memory podcast by David Miller. The best meal of my September!