We take the same riverside route, plunging into that beautiful Wisconsin farm country a little farther along this time, at Alma, to make our way to Suncrest Gardens Farm. Again, the road winds, the gravel crunches, and the graying wood barn marking our destination makes its grand appearance.
Heidi and I belly up to the ordering side of the barn, capped off by the massive igloo-shape wood-fired pizza oven. After examining today's offerings, topped in ingredients mostly grown here, we order and take a number. Pizzas come in to-go boxes, which folks can open anywhere on the farm's manicured lawn. We flop down on a blanket, clearly lowbrow compared to nearby setups involving tables, candles and stemware.
Suncrest is a working farm, which makes waiting part of the experience. Teens snap photos of llamas, while couples feed crusts to chickens. Woodsmoke, bluegrass music and a rooster crow ratchet up the ambience. "Sure beats sitting in a smoky air-conditioned room," a patron says.
Suncrest Gardens Farm
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