Well, I don’t think I had ever been there before. When I was planning this trip (I do all the trip planning in our marriage, plotting the days, towns, finding places to stay so we don’t end up at a Motel 6 because there’s nothing left, and researching sights to see as well as restaurants) my DH Dave said he wanted to do a little wine tasting in or around Walla Walla. Having never been to the town before I had to do some research. First up was finding a place to stay. There were the usual motel chains, none of which interested me. There is a big, lovely renovated historic hotel in town too, but we generally skip those kinds of accommodations and prefer B&Bs. Sure enough, I found one. The Inn at Blackberry Creek. Now let me just tell you, if you EVER have to be in WW, or are willing to take a short detour off the main highway, WW is one great little town. I measure great little towns in two ways – great place(s) to stay, and great place(s) to eat.
Lest you think that WW is a back horse town, let me dissuade you. It’s not a large town by any means, but if you measure the quality of a town by the quality of its B&Bs, WW is certainly up there in the top 10 of the west. We only stayed one night (a mistake we soon discovered), but that was because I didn’t know anything about this little berg, the wineries nearby, or the choice of restaurants to try. First, before we’d even found the B&B, we stopped at Amavi winery (that’s pronounced ah-mah-vee). The owner or winemaker there recommended we eat dinner at a local restaurant called CreekTown Café, on 2nd street at the far west end of town.
Our GPS has been a life-saver on this trip. It makes navigation such a breeze. We call her Trudi (the car itself, but particularly the GPS voice). The car (mine) is a BMW, and since we picked this car up in Munich when it was new (some years ago now) we decided she needed a German name, and Trudi it’s been. So even though we’re sensible people and know the GPS is nothing but a software program connected to satellite, we still think of the car and the GPS as Trudi/Her. We do talk to her now and then, and even raise our voices occasionally when her navigation commands override the Patricia Cornwell mystery-book-on-tape we were listening to yesterday, when she interrupted to tell us to “Exit the Highway at the Next Exit,” or the worst of all phrases “if possible, make a legal U-turn.” And yes, she told us that a couple of times too. But, we were thankful Trudi was on duty when we got into the thick of traffic in Portland. And even though she didn’t know all the back streets of Walla Walla, her mapping told us how to find the B&B.
So, the Inn: it is beautifully situated on several acres of land, surrounded by trees, and even a large pond and a creek, of course. The house (a vintage Victorian) is roomy and not overly decorated in Victoriana, thankfully. Our room was large, with a small deck and Jacuzzi, on the ground floor. It’s been beautifully restored and brought up to date with modern bathrooms and fixtures. We had wi-fi too, which is how I posted one of my stories yesterday. More and more inns and B&Bs have wi-fi, and for that I’m grateful. They even have a computer that’s available for guests to use, but I couldn’t upload photos from there, so was glad I could connect up my laptop.
We had planned to visit several wineries, but after going to Amavi, my DH decided that he had already purchased enough wine (6 bottles of Cab), and wants to save room for more wines of the Willamette Valley (our next stop on Sunday). He wanted to stop at Abeja, but that winery must make some very special wine – they’re completely sold out. No wine tasting by appointment. Nope. My DH was very disappointed. So, we’re going to have to go back to WW on another trip to be sure we visit more of them.
So anyway, we made phone reservations at the CreekTown Café before we checked in. Washington, Oregon and Idaho are all casual places – even blue jeans are a go almost anywhere. The food was outstanding. I ordered a green salad with blackberries. Oh my. So very delicious. Dave ordered a locally grown beet salad that he thought was about the best beet salad he’d ever had, bar none. Now that’s high praise, as he orders them whenever he finds them on a menu. I didn’t taste it, nor did I get a photo of it, sorry to say. Dave ordered fresh halibut, which he said was fabulous. I ordered a vegetarian lasagna, and although it was good, it wasn’t off the charts. It contained plenty of veggies, and a nice fresh tomato sauce puddle around it, but it just didn’t have tons of flavor. So, since the entrees weren’t all that heavy, we decided to splurge on dessert. I ordered a banana caramel tart, and Dave had a huckleberry cheesecake. If men swooned, he did. My tart was exceptional, I must say. By dessert time, the ambient lighting had been turned down to an 8 pm romance setting in the restaurant, so my photos didn’t turn out. Even trying to enhance them was useless. But at least you get to see the blackberry salad. We also spent a bit of time with one of the owners talking wine. I had ordered a L’Ecole red, Dave ordered a chardonnay with his fish, but later the co-owner brought him a Syrah that he really liked a lot.
So, the bottom line is – make a side trip to Walla Walla, and be sure to book a room at the Inn at Blackberry Creek, and have dinner at the CreekTown Café. Okay? Got it?

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