Our Last Day in Steamboat Springs – Day 9 (Part 1)

Just a warning…these posts may not end up to be in chronological order, but it doesn’t really matter. You’ll get the idea anyway. Our last day in SS was Saturday, the 22nd. There were just 4 things on my list of to-do’s before we left town.

  1. Pack the car and don’t forget anything
  2. Have breakfast at Winona’s
  3. Say goodbye to Kevin
  4. Go to the Saturday Farmer’s Market in downtown Steamboat Springs

We dropped off our keys right about 10 am and headed downtown to Winona’s. The only reason I wanted to go there was the tiny little ad that I saw in the local tourist paper touting their famous cinnamon rolls. The ad said that their cinn rolls had been mentioned in Gourmet, Sunset and a few other national magazines. My thinking was that if they were that good, they were worth investigating.

Winona’s was a tiny cafe with a few extra tables outside. Even though it was starting to get warm (80’s) we opted to sit outside, so we didn’t have to wait too long to eat. They had umbrellas over the tables, so the temps were fine. The pic here is our view of the mountain from our table.

After perusing the menu I decided on a single order of Crab Eggs Benedict with a cinnamon roll instead of toast. There was no way I would pass up the roll and miss the opportunity for a special treat.

The waitress brought our drinks, then while we were waiting for the rest of our food she set down the cinnamon roll in front of me. I couldn’t help but say, “Oh my gosh!!!” when I saw it and the lady at the next table laughed at me. Take a look at this thing compared to the size of the coffee cup! It was HUGE! Not only huge, but delicious too. The roll was warm from the oven and the frosting must have been ladled from a warmer because it was fresh, sweet, warm with a little touch of lemon flavor. Perfect topping for the sweet roll! Terry, Kevin and I all got to share it and we still had about half of it left to take on the road with us.
A little later our meals came. The guy’s food looked good, but mine was the best, I’m sure. The Crab Eggs Benedict was awesome with big chunks of crab throughout and the fried potatoes were seasoned just right. Of course, I couldn’t finish everything, but what I had was delicious and filling to prepare us for our road trip home.

After breakfast we said our goodbyes to Kevin. He had a 10 hour drive back to Omaha and wanted to get there that night. This is his new car, if you haven’t seen it yet. Pretty spiffy huh?

After he drove away, Terry and I walked across the street to the Farmer’s Market to pick up a few treats to take home.

First off, we wanted to get some more Palisades peaches to bring home. We had picked a few up on our way into town and they were the best I’ve had in years! It turns out that we’re not the only fans of these peaches. The presidential family made a stop in Palisades to tour the orchard the week before as well. We bought a bag of them at the first booth, then later saw these flats of huge perfect peaches and had to buy another flat as well. They were just that good and we knew we wouldn’t have any trouble sharing them!

We also picked up a couple of other treats while we were there: rhubarb preserves, homemade soap and Olathe corn. Next time we’ll try to get to the market when we arrive so we can buy food for the week. Everything looked great, but we weren’t sure how it would keep during our 2-day drive home so didn’t want to take the chance.

I immediately thought of Linda and her love of all things aqua when I saw this little aqua trailer in the middle of the market. Isn’t it sweet?

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