America’s truest destination restaurant is on a tiny island in the Pacific Northwest. Our trip began with a two-hour car ride north from Seattle. To the west, we passed the Olympic Mountains, their peaks scribbly against the horizon, and the network of sister waterways (including Puget Sound) that comprise the Salish Sea. The Cascade Range stood watchful to the east. Near Bellingham, 25 miles short of the Canadian Border, my two friends and I arrived at Gooseberry Point and the terminal for the Whatcom Chief ferry. Read full article here: The Willows Inn Is a Fine-Dining Astonishment
