Fargo Foodie: The Shack
It's a little-known place where we can get together
Published: Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Updated: Thursday, December 12, 2013 02:12
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for that title. It is horrible and not even funny, but “The Love Shack” song has been stuck in my head all day, and I really just wanted to share that misery with you all.
The new adventure of the week dealt with the most important meal of the day: breakfast. The Shack is a fairly new restaurant north on Broadway that specializes in breakfast food.
Although it is my first time being able to go there, I have been finding that it is not such a “little-known place.” I have been hearing from more and more people how good it is.
They must not be the only one who think this way too because sure enough, when we arrived at The Shack one morning, it was packed full of people. This may also be due to the fact that it was a Sunday morning, and I think the tendency for people to eat out increases Sunday mornings, before or after church time? I added the question mark because I have done no studies on this matter, so please do not quote me on it.
Anyway, The Shack was a bustling place full of smiling people and busy waitresses trying to make sure that everyone was served comfortably, which I would say they succeeded at doing. The food was served in a timely manner with no issues, and everyone working seemed liked they enjoyed the challenge of the morning rush.
The only downfall to the busyness was the build-up of people at the door. There is a lack of waiting area in the foyer of the restaurant, so most people are forced to crowd around each other while standing. I am all in favor of “Minnesota Nice,” but I am not in favor of being close to many people in the morning. (Even if it’s a Sunday morning, and I have to stand close to people in church.)
The Shack is decorated in a modern but home-like feel: a home that is not too modern, but more modern then your grandparent’s home. Poor description I know, but it is what I imagine the inside of a parent’s house to feel like for college students returning home for break. More helpful yet?
This being said, I really wish it was decorated more like a beaten up shack out in the woods somewhere, because what else comes to mind when you hear “The Shack?”
The pancakes and omelet I had at The Shack were truly amazing. The pancakes literally reminded me of exactly what my grandma’s pancakes taste like; you may not know my grandma, but let me tell you, that is a good thing.
For the cheap price, there were also plenty of cheesy, delicious omelet and hash browns to come home with me for later. And with that nice, filling breakfast, I was ready to seize the day. And by seize the day, I mean sing “The Love Shack” over and over again until I died.