Late on a Saturday afternoon, the Trucker pulled up and parked by the Town Hall in Snowville, Utah, ext. 1871. The truck, dirty and grimy from running through a Wyoming snow storm the night before. Snow had melted off, leaving grit behind. A working truck, we call it.
The locals' vehicles gave evidence of time of year as well; the flagpole listed decidedly eastward.
The Trucker had visited on his last trip, now was his Passenger's turn to experience this hidden gem.
The neon sign really is fully functional. Each letter lights up individually; the camera just caught it mid-cycle. Note the patient Trucker waiting on right.
Inside, the friendly (and only) waitress greeted us cheerfully, and ushered the Trucker to a table. His Passenger had another stop to make first.
Cleaner than clean it was, with horseshoes for doorknobs inside and out, as well as paper holders by the throne.
Each table included a horseshoe fit into the wood at the corner, and varnished over. Pardon the Trucker's elbow.
Each table also included a wooden rack of lighthearted reading. A shelf just inside the door offered a small leave-a-book, take-a-book library.
Menus stored in a horseshoe rack.
The menu offered an astonishing array of choices for the size of the establishment.
And a reminder they are closed on Sundays.
The menu's back page offered local history.
And creative meal descriptions. Difficult to read here, but the Trucker enjoyed a Rattlesnake Sandwich (steak, actually) with fries so fresh they were potatoes when we arrived.
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The Passenger had the 1/2 taco salad, minus the dressings. When confirming this was indeed a half, the waitress allowed that "she does make them a little big." Bit of an oxymoron, that.
The small room was arranged to allow maximum seating, though on this day at this time we and three others were the only patrons present. The young woman who amply filled the role as cook had plenty of time to pull up a chair and chat with two other ladies and a small boy of an extreme case of the wiggles. Later, when no further orders came her way, the cook was seen to park on top of a small chest freezer and pass the time of day on social media.
Meanwhile the waitress cleaned, tidied, organized, and kept a close eye on the needs of the diners.
A corner booth overlooked by an erstwhile buck mule deer.
The fireplace, complete with a gas log and a fan to circulate warm air dominated the room.
As did another buck mule deer left of the fireplace. His headgear was definitely on the unusual side.
A closeup of the saddle display - each corner of the fireplace had one. The saddle rack was - yep - made of horseshoes.
A quiet stop, delicious meal, attentive service and unique decor. We will be back.
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