One of our traditions is the annual trek to Cartwright's Inn. It happens about the time you when the birds find their spring voices, the red osher looks really red against the snow and we've had a couple of days where we think 30 degrees is WARM!
For those of you unfamiliar with the place, it is THE place to go for pancakes when spring peeks it's sunny head around the corner. I have been going there since I was 13. I know because that is the year they opened. It was a one room shack and the first restaurant I ever went to with my mom that I can remember. It was very primitive, odds and ends of kitchen tables and chairs. Silverware that would have ended up in the garage sale by today's standards and lost plates from settings of eight.
The pancakes are awesome buckwheat, that melt in your mouth and the syrup is made on the premises.
It has changed over the years. Mr. Cartwright died but his wife, children and probably their children carry on. Now there are many dining rooms and it is run so efficiently, your pancakes are on your table in a flash. We always order the "unlimited" pancakes from the menu so there are as many as your stomach can hold.
People come from all over to go there. When it closes for the season, it is kind of sad but then, that means that spring is definitely here and winter is gone. Who can shed tears over the loss of pancakes, when with it, comes the loss of snow!
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I too remember going to Cartwrights but I went with Grandma & Grampa Gilbert when I was about 6 or 7. The restaurant was just one room and you had to go downstairs where they boiled the sap. Only time I remember going out to eat with my grandparents.
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