The printed menu tells you where to begin: “The Hoot Owl Cafe and Catering,” “The Wise Place to Eat,” and ©1979. That date belongs to a wooden cabin on Highway 200, just outside Sandpoint. Inside, warm yellow walls carry funny signs and antiques, and tables dating to the 1960s share the room with a long counter and a collection of mismatched stools.
There are decks of playing cards on the tables. They make sense here: the kitchen cooks to order, and the house has a straightforward position on the subject. Good food isn't fast. Settle into a stool, deal a hand, and let breakfast take its time.
This is a mom-and-pop operation in the personal sense, too. The owners reply to guests themselves and praise members of their crew by name. The attention extends from the welcome to the plate: ask what to order on a first visit, and they'll point you toward the biscuits and gravy and the giant house-made cinnamon roll. Chicken fried steak is another best seller. The motto on the cafe's own shirts puts that generous approach into four plain words.