Mario Batali sends a love letter to Traverse City

Dear Traverse City,

I first laid eyes on you over a decade ago. My wife, Susi, and I rented a house on a little beach for a week. The next year it was two weeks, the next year three, then four. I couldn’t resist. I was hooked.

I am madly in love with the Leelanau Peninsula and everything about it.

Somehow you’ve remained unknown, a relative secret. With Caribbean-blue waters and Sahara Desert dunes, you’re a gem hidden in the Midwest, far from the gaze of East Coasters.

Your summers boast a roster of festivals celebrating the bounty of your surroundings: cherries and filmmakers, local trout and whitefish, winemakers, craft ale brewers and even a couple of cider pubs. Joyfully you have become a modern gastro-paradise.

For long I’ve thought New York City was my one true love. But you’ve proven to be the perfect antidote to the bustle of the city; and she the perfect antidote to the stillness of Lake Michigan. I will spend all of my holidays with you but ssshhhhh…no one needs to know but us.

Until next summer.
Mario Batali


2 Comments

  1. How wonderful!

  2. I am a Michigander and I totally agree with Mario, when you get to the beautiful Lake Michigan shoreline it is like being in paradise. Michigan has abundant fruit orchards and fantastic vegetable farms. Just eating a piece of crumb cherry pie is like taking a strong pain killer, fantastic for joint pain. Michigan is the best state in the USA.

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