It is a perfect autumn day. The second Wednesday of October. It's lutefisk dinner day.
We make our way up to a 118-year-old storybook church surrounded by cornfields and wait to check in for our noon reservation. The line is out the door already and it is immediately clear that the three of us are the youngest diners by about 35 years (though in all fairness it is the middle of the day on a Wednesday).
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