A Stroll Through Time and Taste

As I stepped out of our RV and into the charming village of Lewiston, I was immediately transported back to the days of my youth, when road trips were a family tradition. The air was crisp, and the streets were lined with quaint shops and eateries, each with its own story to tell. My husband and I had heard whispers of the Lewiston Food Tour and decided it was time to experience it for ourselves.

Our journey began with a warm welcome from the tour guides, who handed us a delightful food tasting handout. It was a treasure map of sorts, guiding us through the culinary and historical gems of Lewiston. As we set off, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia, reminiscent of the road trips I took with my family, where every stop was an adventure waiting to unfold.

Culinary Delights and Historical Insights

Our first stop was the Freedom Crossing Monument, a poignant reminder of Lewiston’s role in the Underground Railroad. As we stood there, I was reminded of the stories my grandmother used to tell me about the bravery and resilience of those who sought freedom. It was a humbling experience, and I felt a deep connection to the history that surrounded us.

The tour continued with generous tastings at several local restaurants. The Silo Restaurant offered us a taste of their famous Haystack, a dish that was both hearty and comforting. But it was at Waterstreet Landing where my taste buds truly danced with delight. The Bavarian Burger and Smoked Gouda Mac and Cheese were nothing short of spectacular, and the views of the water added a touch of serenity to the experience.

As we made our way to the Brickyard Pub and BBQ, DiCamillo Bakery, and the Village Bake Shop, I was reminded of the small-town charm that I had come to love over the years. Each stop was a celebration of local flavors, and the camaraderie among our group was palpable. It was as if we were all part of a grand road trip, sharing stories and laughter along the way.

A Taste of Nostalgia

The final stop on our tour was DiCamillo Bakery, a place that instantly transported me back to my childhood. The aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air, and I couldn’t help but reminisce about the days spent in my great-grandmother’s kitchen. The pizzelles, biscotti, and cucidati were a delightful reminder of the Italian heritage that runs deep in my family.

As we concluded our tour, I felt a sense of fulfillment and gratitude. The Lewiston Food Tour had not only satisfied my culinary cravings but had also rekindled my love for the open road and the stories that lie within each small town. Lewiston, with its rich history and vibrant culinary scene, had captured my heart, and I knew that this was just the beginning of many more adventures to come.

As we drove away in our RV, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that the road ahead was filled with endless possibilities and that each journey would bring new stories to share with you, my dear readers. Until next time, may your travels be filled with wonder and discovery.