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| - In Madison for a long late September weekend. Badgers playing the Buckeyes, in Columbus, but, always a nice college football vibe watching the Badgers in one of the many "venues" available in Madtown. Friday A.M., the Life and I, and our dear friend, Lonna, decide to take a morning drive in the beautiful Southern Wisconsin countryside. We wind up in Mount Horeb Troll country, and decide to have breakfast. Drive down Main Street, and right smack in the middle of town happen upon Schubert's. Everything about the place says "old fashioned hearty breakfast". So, we entered and were not disappointed. The space screams old fashioned. Bright, tall windows letting in the early Autumn sunlight. Pastry display right by the door tempting us. Old wooden inviting booths and tables with checkered tablecloths. A soda counter and stools along one wall with a loooooooong chalkboard on the wall behind the counter describing the daily specials.
We were given a table by the front windows. The owner, Jerry Schubert, brought us a rosette sample that was baked that morning. I am not a sweet guy, but was feeling a bit magnanimous, so I tried it. It was melt in your mouth delicious. Not sickening sweet as I imagine all pastries are, but just good enough and sweet enough to make me eat a whole one.
The menu, indeed, did have all the "old fashioned" items; eggs, hash browns, omelets, pancakes, but, it also, curiously, had a bevy of items that I would guess might be somewhat foreign to a Mount Horeb, Wisconsin Diner and Bakery: Mexicana Haystack, Lefse Breakfast Burrito, Roasted Veggie frittata, and, 4 soups.
We all stayed fairly traditional. The Life had Cinnamon Streusel French Toast. It was fabulous. Again, not sickening sweet, but a bevy of favors sprinkled with real fresh blueberries and raspberries.
Lonna had a very traditional egg and hash brown breakfast. Eggs done perfectly. Browns crispy out, mellow in. Sumptuous Swedish Rye toast.
And I had the corned beef hash. Sounds a little pedestrian, but after Jerry's daughter, Kathleen, explained how they made it, I couldn't resist, and I made the right choice.
They hand cut the corned beef, and make each item to order. It was "infused" with just the right amount of hollandaise. I'm not sure how that sounds, but it was fantastic.
Although the place was a tad busy for 10:30 on a Friday morning, Kathleen Schubert gave us a brief rundown about the "fresh" agenda at Schubert's. She shops daily for ingredients, and is a standard at the Mount Horeb farmer's market picking up seasonal veggies and organic eggs from a local source.
All in all it was a wonderful breakfast, and an interesting experience.
Now, this may seem a bit long winded. But, My Life and Lonna decided to do a bit of shopping. If there is one thing in this world that will crush my life enthusiasm, it's shopping. I told her that I wanted to write a review about Schuby's while it was fresh on my mind and taste buds. I repaired to the Grumpy Troll, a local Brew Pub, ordered up a Rochester Rocket Amber Ale, and just started pounding out my thoughts. The length is circumstantial evidence that I may have had two. (If you come to Mount Horeb, it would be a travesty not to stop here for tasty brew).
But, that should not, in the least, diminish the veracity of my words relative to Schuby's.
In fact, I'm kinda dragging this out so that I can go back and get some jambalaya for lunch.
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