On the Trail: Trout hash hangover
November 12, 2006
I woke up just after 8 a.m. on Saturday feeling tired. My last break-day from running had been Monday. A friend and I, however, were on a mission to run to Basalt – about 17 miles – and eat some trout hash at Café Bernard. On a scale of one to 10, trout hash is an 11. It’s the best breakfast in existence. I’ve written about it before. I crave it … chunky potatoes, smoked trout, red peppers and an egg on top with a few pieces of toast. We started running a bit before 9 a.m., thinking we had plenty of time to get down there before breakfast ends at 11:30 a.m. We stopped a few times, walked half a mile at one point, and were generally not as speedy as we could have been. We got a little tired. There were a few aches and pains. I’m still feeling it, in fact. Regardless, we did keep on truckin’ and eventually found our way into Basalt close to three hours after leaving Aspen. When we walked in the door, smelly and hungry, the waitress said, “Two for lunch?” and my heart stopped.”Excuse me?” I asked. “What time is it?””11:40,” she responded. It was just at that point when the other waitress walked in front of me with a trout hash for one of the tables. Unfortunately, while Café Bernard makes the tastiest breakfast dish known to mankind, they are also sticklers about when breakfast turns into lunch. I asked nicely, even said I had run from Aspen just to get some trout hash, but it was a no go. Lunch or nothing. I felt like crying. So we sat down and had lunch. It was good, but it just didn’t compare. Joel Stonington’s e-mail address is email@example.comThe Aspen Times, Aspen, Colo.