Early this morning, my friend Patrick texts:
"I am taking a day off for a therapeutic bike ride, wanna go?
"Hell, yeah! where ya goin and when?"
"Whenever and wherever, ideas?"
"Ovando. Stray Bullet Cafe. Lunch."
"Deal, meet you at ten."
Earlier this year I posted a story about Ovando, heard good things about the little cafe called "The Stray Bullet" and wished to return. Today was the day. Within a couple of hours Pat and I were off and riding over the Continental Divide at Stemple Pass to Hwy 200 near Lincoln, then west down the Blackfoot River.
Why is this man smiling? LUNCHTIME! |
The moment you ride into the town commons, The Stray Bullet immediately looks inviting by the western style facade and hi-top tables on the front porch. Our server, Sue, quickly brings us menus. Before she can turn around to get drinks I ask:
"What's good here?"
"Everything... we serve breakfast all day and if you're hungry.. order a Vaquero."
"Breakfast? hmmm.."
The Colt .45 Sandwich, Pastrami on Rye... yum. |
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The Kyle Sandwich with Sue(L) and Zoe the owner. |