For the last 15 years or so, I have been in perpetual mourning over the pretzels of my youth. It's not like I'm German or anything, but I recall pretzels as being shiny, firm and chewy with a little sprinkle of course salt, not sweet and buttery like today's mall-varietal. A few years ago I had dinner at a delicious restaurant in Lake Tahoe called the Lone Eagle and became re-acquainted with my long lost pretzel, at least partially. It wasn't twisted like a pretzel, but presented as a mini loaf of bread along side other toasty and warm bread [...]