The Liquor Talking

The only fright to report occurred about an hour into our trip when I nearly ran over some idiot walking down the middle of the interstate at 5 in the morning. Luckily, I had my highbeams on and had enough coffee on board to be fully alert.

Okay, so while on a trip, it’s all about eating out. We had breakfast at the Country Kitchen in Sheridan. While the service was great, this proved to be dismal breakfast. I mean how do you make tough pancakes? As to the food, about the only thing I can praise is that the coffee was hot. Avoid this place.

Next, we had lunch in Cheyenne at the Sonic. Having now been to one, I am a good deal less enthusiastic about our getting one in Billings. I like a good Coney dog and would liked to have had one here. Instead, it was overcooked and severely lacking in mustard. The wife had their basic cheeseburger and reported it as being unremarkable, certainly not worth the hype.

The culinary high point came when we went to dinner at Poor Richards. My wife and I dined here often while we were dating and I am most pleased to report that the food and the service still remains top rate. The wife had her usual prime rib and reported it as being on equal footing with that to be had at the Feedlot, which is the benchmark she compares all prime rib against. I had their braised veal medallions with portabella ravioli. This was awesome in every way! If you’re ever in Cheyenne and want a truly outstanding dining experience, they’re at 2233 East Lincolnway, and their website is here.

Breakfast on Friday was at Cheri’s. I had their pecan sweet roll, which is just about the most excellent sweet roll I’ve ever had. It was huge and swimming in sauce. Definitely not Adkins approved, but after one of these, you’ll be throwing rocks at Adkins with both hands. The wife had their basic breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast and reported it to be good. I didn’t care for our waitress but I think that’s because I loath most humans until after my second, sometimes third cup of coffee. About halfway through breakfast, she became tolerable to the point that I no longer considered plunging a fork into her eye.

If you crave sweet rolls though, they’re at 3609 E. Lincoln Way and their corporate website is here. Hopefully, your waitress will realize that you’re hungry and not try to engage you in irrelevant discourse.

Other than going for a funeral, this was a pretty good trip. It was great having my wife all to myself for most of the weekend. We’ll have to do this sort of thing again soon.

Some pics from the journey:

In Sonic	Wyoming has single and multiple use politicians.	By a rock in Vedauwoo,
Top of the Snowy Range.	Objects in mirror are from too much cafine.	Nice little hail storm to welcome us home.

That’s it for today. Have an excellent Monday and tune in tomorrow for Story Time when we’ll learn how being traumatized by toast at an early age has effected my political views.