There is part of me that doesn’t want to write about Boise. I don’t want to tell you about the Greenbelt path that runs right through the city, the outdoor music venues that pump all summer long, or the co-op that Whole Foods wishes it could be. I don’t want you to know about Boise because then you’ll go there and it will get bigger and it won’t be the little Idaho oasis it is now.
Some of us, who shall remain nameless, might assume that Idaho is all cowboys and potatoes and Napoleon Dynamites. But it turns out that Boise has amazing thrift stores, good (great even?) restaurants, a local food scene studded with amazing produce, and access to the outdoors that rivals Portland. You can hike, bike, swim, kayak, camp, ski within literal minutes of the city. But if you want to ride a horse, go to a rodeo, or grow potatoes you can totally do that, too.
Boise is big enough to have a lot of culture including a Shakespeare Festival, botanical garden, and hipstery naked bike rides. It’s small enough to have minimal traffic, suburbs that are actual towns, and a know-your-neighbor feel. I kind of love it.
And the best thing I ate in Boise? Aged, white cheddar cheese made in IDAHO. Hidden gem? You don’t even know.