WHO: Your inner mountain man/woman
WHAT: Dinosaur Cafe, in the back of Charlie's bar in Missoula, Montana
WHEN: Any time, but late afternoon is especially nice.
WHERE: 428 North Higgins Ave, "downtown" Missoula
WHY: Because sometimes, you wake up in Missoula, Montana, covered in bruises and blood, and you wonder what in God's name happened to you. And then you remember what happened. You and your boyfriend drove all the way from Seattle to Missoula in the middle of the summer in a tiny unairconditioned pick up truck, where you met up with friends, had a few too many, rode your bikes around town wasted at three in the morning, where you crashed your bike and possibly ran over your boyfriend with your bike. And now everything hurts. And your boyfriend has tire marks all over his body for some reason. And you both need a delicious, delicious sandwich to make it all better. And that's where Dino Cafe comes in. Head to the sketchiest bar (Charlie's) in town, walk all the way to the back and experience the magical healing powers of a pile of curly fries and a BBQ pulled pork po' boy. YES.
HINT: Get it to go, head back to your friends' house, crack open a cold Big Sky Brew, eat your delicious, delicious sandwich and watch the sunset. Perfect.
I give it:
/ 10
SEVEN OUT OF TEN HAPPY BRUCE FACES
*(photo courtesy of Dino Cafe's myspace page)
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