It was 11 o'clock in the morning of our daylong movable feast, and we'd already blown it. Our route, a loop between the Twin Cities and Wabasha, hugging the Mississippi River's banks, had been carefully calibrated to keep our meals evenly spaced. But there we were, just a few hours past breakfast, stuffing ourselves with plates of whipped-cream-topped desserts. We hadn't even reached the first restaurant on our list and we... More >>>