A big part of my “love at first sight” with Door County, Wisconsin, was my dinner the first night I visited. We stumbled upon Pelletier’s, one of the last restaurants holding up the tradition of the Door County fish boil. Since that first time, I have come to prefer the White Gull Inn, but that’s just semantics, the important thing was getting Meghan to a fish boil.
Door County is more isolated than Cape Cod, with as much or more natural beauty. The hordes of tourists and escalation of tourist infrastructure that has transformed the Cape in the last fifty years has not touched Door. There are probably more miniature golf courses (2) on the outer lands of the Door Peninsula these days, but that’s about it. It’s not hard to imagine what this place was like way before, and the magical thing about a food tradition is that those bites of food taste the same, just as delicious, now as decades back.
Etta held off from a full on butter coma. Meghan turned out to be an expert at de-boning whitefish. I tried to eat everybody’s cherry pie.