“Do waffles really taste different at 10 450 feet (3185 meters) above sea level?”
I thought this existential question when the cable car escaped from the station at the base of the ski area of the village of Teton for the 12-minute climb to Corbet’s cab at the top of the Rendezvous Mountain in the Teton range.
The cabin of the mountain with the scattering of tables inside and the outer deck is open from mid -May to mid -October, attracting locals and tourists who come to the four varieties of waffles with their mouth.
Once inside – there is usually a waffle line extending through the top of the mountain – it was difficult for me to decide if it would be the gate (peanut butter and bacon); Italian (strawberries and Nutella); Englishman (lemon glaze, powdered sugar and whipped cream), or the one I finally settled – trade (brown sugar and butter).
By exciting him and debuting, when I came back in seconds, I found out what it was about the whole bustle. And, yes, I can vourate the fact that at this altitude waffles taste different.