Ture Story:
Myself and the ramrod of the outfit packed a camp into the Weminuche wilderness area for a elk hunt with a few friends. The trailhead was north of Bayfeild, up toward Valiceto Lake. Pass by a small country store and a restaurant on the way in, kinda rustic and quant.
Camp packed in and squared away. It would be a few days to kill before our guests would arrive, so I got to thinkin’… Hell, if Ronnie and I leave before day light we could ride the thirty miles from camp to the trailhead, jump in the truck and beat it up the road to that little bistro and have us a steak before she closed up for the evening.
Get to restaurant about sundown, parking lot kinda full, but what the hay. I pull the pickup around back behind all those fancy foreign cars and park on the gravel. As we entered from a side door in a little gift shop or something, I could see straight into the dinning room.
I says to Ron, “There’s a table for two right there,” so, we have us a seat jest like we owned the place…Just about that time this waiter sashayed by our table, slowed down jest long enough to give us the evil eye. I take me one of those ‘look arounds’ and there’s one of them matordees’ wearin’ a hammer tailed coat of sorts giving us that same look. At first, I thought maybe they didn't like the looks of my engraved 44 Special.
Must have been a whole room full of folks awaitin’ on that one table, cause they sure nuff got in a hurry to get us feed and outta there. The young man that finally got up the nerve to take our order (we been in the hills ‘bout a week and just came as we were) was extra polite, he ask how we want our meal prepared and even smiled when I told him, “Burnt on the outside and raw in the middle.”
To say a couple of ol’ cowboys were out of their element would be an understatement.
And we got that lesson for only fifty bucks apiece.
BTW one heck of a good meal.
Su Amigo,
Dave