Fargo is flat, really, really flat. It’s a grid city with wide avenues that are seemingly all under construction. There are neat little houses with neat little yards, but more than that, there are cookie cutter developments, row after row after row of beige homes that all look exactly the same, with drying lawns out front, with trucks in the driveways, with young moms. Fargo is dusty and the air is cool and it reminds me of frontier towns in Alaska more than anything, were frontier towns in Alaska surrounded by the suburbs of my nightmares.
In a coffee house called “A Taste of Seattle” I drank an Americano and checked my email. “It’s supposed to have a Seattle feel,” said the laughing barrista behind the counter. “Our barristas are NEVER this cheeful,” I told her, and promptly sent her off to get 2 or 20 more tattoos.
Love that they have the Pike Place sign up in Fargo, cracks me up that they’re going for a “Seattle feel”…and I would add perhaps a nose ring to the tattoos….look…now I’ve made myself homesick.
THAT is fun! whoo!
The best peanut-butter cookies I ever had came from a little quickie-mart/gas station on the outskirts of Fargo. They were homemade by the local Girl Scout troop, and I bought a two-pack while I was on a road trip from Iowa to Seattle (one of many I’ve done, usually finding a new shunpike route each time).
As I hit the road, I was about five miles away when I opened the package up and scarfed ’em down. At that point, I had to stop the car, retrace those five miles, and go back to buy a package of ten more.
Best. Cookies. Evah.
After being in the flatness of Fargo, do you understand why they worry about floods?
Always interesting to see a visitor’s take on “home.”
North and South Dakota are the two US states I have never visited. This virtual roadtrip is almost like having been there – without the long drive.
“suburbs of my nightmares” Love this.
Hah! This is an excellent post!