Wife and I are in Logan, UT for this year's paternal family reunion. Roots for us here, deep and wide, and many traditions … one of which is capping the night's dinner with ice cream at the Bluebird Cafe.
Some say Utah is locked in the 1950s; the Bluebird nests happily in 1924. A Logan landmark since the 1920s, The Bluebird retains every trapping of the old-style American cafe: mosaic floors, murals on the walls, high ceilings, and a marble soda counter. The ice cream: local, rich, scoops served deep. Also worth the visit are the hand-made chocolates, in the bottoms of which my sweet, Swedish grandmother notoriously poked holes with her pinky to sneak a peek at the flavor.
Three out of four crab forks, four if you’re a sentimentalist.