Breaded

Our favorite thing about traveling is finding new places and discovering new things. Taking the back roads helps. Last August, heading East from the Pacific Coast where we’d spent a few weeks in Long Beach, Washington, we got off Interstate 5 onto Route 12 where I spotted a restaurant called Spiffy’s.

Spiffy’s had to have something going for it to be out in the middle of nearly nowhere and have a jam-packed parking lot. And the lot was huge. It was so packed we drove past the restaurant until we saw a gravel area large enough for our Class C with toad where we parked, then walked up a hill and passed a drive-thru coffee shop then a gas station before arriving at the restaurant.

The salad bar was excellent, and my patty melt worthy of a photo:

But what was most memorable* was their peanut butter bread. Yep. We wouldn’t have even known about it except the salad bar came with complimentary bread. Two little slices from a small loaf. One was the standard white stuff. But the other?

MMM! We bought one of the small loaves to go. Not very pretty in its wrapper, but it was the most amazingly unique bread I’ve had in a long time. It tasted like a peanut butter cookie, except it was soft like cake. (Okay. Gotta run. My mouth is watering.)

*So memorable we made a special effort to stop again as we wove our way southward a few months later… but alas, they were out 😦