Sturgis Bike Rally - A food wasteland
Welcome back from the food wasteland that is Sturgis, South Dakota.
I enjoy almost any "free" trip - business or pleasure - regardless of the destination. It is a chance to enjoy a different location's delicacies - so I say send me anywhere!
As a last minute trip, I was sent to Sturgis to report back on my company's promotion for the Sturgis Bike Rally. Harley Davidson riders rejoice! I am a BMW girl myself. Indoctrinated into the cult by JB years ago. So the Harley scene was foreign to me as was South Dakota.
So good little foodie that I am, I did my food homework. Some suggestions in Rapid city (flew in there), then nothing. NOTHING for Sturgis. I should have known.
I headed out to Sturgis on sunday morning only to find myself stranded in the Denver airport. The Red Rock Bar was suggested for beer and so I headed there thinking alcohol. The trip was turning out to be a bear and I wanted a margarita. I also was starving and ordered bbq'd brisket. I am a huge fan of brisket since my step mom is a fantastic chef in the way of brisket.
Ugh - good margarita, run from the brisket. Chewy, nasty and too sweet. I wolfed it down anyways and staggered out to wait for my next flight out.
My trip was off to a bad start and it was not destined to get better. These eyes have seen sights and these tastebuds have tasted things that no woman should ever be subjected to at the age of 36.
Sturgis was a carnie's haven. Funnel cake, fried everything, The Famous "Infamous" Roadkill Cafe where yours truly ate Green Chile Buffalo Cheese Fries while watching a 16 year old with painted on stars for nipples and wearing a leather g-string that rode up in places that made me squirm.
The grocery store was anti-fresh fruit and whole grain. SD is beautiful - the food horrific. Rapid City lent some veggies and fresh fruit at one of the only slow food establishments. Portobello sandwich, fresh fruit, glass of Rose. I entered the Delmonico Grill and asked 2 questions.
Do you have vegetables and are they fried?
Yes and no.
I almost cried.
And so goes Sturgis, SD.
Ugh - good margarita, run from the brisket. Chewy, nasty and too sweet. I wolfed it down anyways and staggered out to wait for my next flight out.My trip was off to a bad start and it was not destined to get better. These eyes have seen sights and these tastebuds have tasted things that no woman should ever be subjected to at the age of 36.
Sturgis was a carnie's haven. Funnel cake, fried everything, The Famous "Infamous" Roadkill Cafe where yours truly ate Green Chile Buffalo Cheese Fries while watching a 16 year old with painted on stars for nipples and wearing a leather g-string that rode up in places that made me squirm.The grocery store was anti-fresh fruit and whole grain. SD is beautiful - the food horrific. Rapid City lent some veggies and fresh fruit at one of the only slow food establishments. Portobello sandwich, fresh fruit, glass of Rose. I entered the Delmonico Grill and asked 2 questions.
Do you have vegetables and are they fried?
Yes and no.
I almost cried.
And so goes Sturgis, SD.
