Somethin's Brewing in Idaho Falls

Once we landed in Salt Lake City - and took a gander of our long road trip through Idaho (and a bit of Montana) to get to Yellowstone - we knew we had to stop for a good dinner somewhere. But where? We're passing through areas where, if there are any populations, the cities come with the standard chain-restaurant fare. (Lord, no more Denny's!) Luckily, we had great service to our Blackberrys and were able to look up information and reviews.

We found a place called Brownstone Restaurant & Brewery in Idaho Falls, ID -- it had a decent menu and good selection of beer.

The view of the falls from your table just can't be beat.


Eric was pleased with the beer selection and picked a great pizza to go with his sampler.


I saw 'local Idaho trout' on the offering list and there was no turning back for me. I just had to have this fish. It was so fresh, a rosy hued flesh, perfectly cooked with garlic and lemon.


I must say, though, the french fries were amazing. This is the land of potatoes, afterall, but we were scarfing them like we had never had french fries before. We don't seek fries, unless the potatoes are gathered fresh from Maryanne's garden, or cut and cooked in rendered goose fat. These fries rivaled both preferences.

Simply put, they were amazing. And a worthy stop in this town.