Victor, Idaho is just across the border from Jackson, Wyoming. Victor has a great pizza place (Wildlife Brewing & Pizza—and this is coming from somebody from NYC), a delightful market that sells high-quality organic produce and has a terrific butcher, and the Victor Emporium.
The Emporium is 95% tourist trap, selling Idaho-themed tchotchkes, stuffed animals, shirts/hats/socks, and other things most of us don’t actually want. However, in the back of the store is the soda fountain. And at the fountain you can sit on a stool and watch some lovely young lady make milkshakes.
Walking up to the fountain is a little like walking up to a bar in Dublin—if you want anything beside Guinness you have to order it by name. But odds are, unless you get a cranky bartender, if you just sit and order a pint, you are gonna get a Guinness. At the Emporium fountain, if you sit and order a milkshake, you are gonna get a huckleberry milkshake. And frankly, that’s the way it ought to be.
Huckleberries are notoriously difficult to harvest. They have a short season and they are, if ripe, fairly delicate. This makes them rarer than one might think, and pretty valuable. They are both sweet and tart, red and purple, beautiful tiny globes of fruit.
And in a milkshake, they are pure bliss.
I don’t drink milkshakes. But when I am in Idaho, I drink them whenever possible. It’s all about the huckleberries.