BOISE, Idaho — When the cashier handed me what looked like a potato surrounded by chocolate syrup and a giant dollop of whipped cream on top, I couldn’t help but audibly mutter a phrase that starts with “what the …” and ends with a word I can’t publish. I’ll let you guess that one.
As for the rest, much to my relief — but only after digging my spoon in — I realized that it was not a potato, but vanilla ice cream covered in cocoa powder.
If that’s not Idaho, I don’t know what is. Maybe eating an entire basket of crispy finger steaks beforehand would make the experience even more authentic.
