I’ve eaten guinea pig in Peru, made my own Tom Yum soup in Thailand, and had Pozole off the street in Mexico City.
The more exotic, the more local on the menu, the greater the chance I will order it. In Whitefish, Montana ordering local means eating huckleberries. In just 4 days on the Flathead I downed huckleberry lemonade, huckleberry cobbler, wild huckleberry wheat ale, baked huckleberry french toast and huckleberry preserve.
They put the huckleberries in everything. From jelly to pancakes, tea to lotions, syrup to muffins.
The taste of the berry is comparable to blueberries, but just a smidge more sweet. It’s that sweetness that elevates their taste and the passion for them and makes them a calling card for Glacier National Park and the Whitefish area. Huckleberries ripen in August (around the same time as blueberries) and if you decide to hike into the mountains to pick some, you’ll have to fend off the grizzlies as the berry is a favorite of the bears.
The Huckleberry Patch is one of the original shops in the valley, it’s been open since 1949 and features wall upon wall of purple hewed jars showing off the berry.
If you do local when you travel, you’ll have huckleberries when you visit Whitefish, Montana.