The Gun Barrel, Steak, and Game House

So Brad and I recently drove west. Really far west. I mean, past Pennsylvania. To those states that we East Coast people know exist but can't really draw a map of, if you get my gist. Our first destination was Wyoming, and I made Brad promise that when we got to Jackson Hole, we got to eat something other than his delectable traveling picnic (no sarcasm there, the boy knows how to make a sandwich!). So after waving at Bob Feller, eating turkey, swiss, spinach, and mayo (a great combo), we finally made it to Jackson Hole. (Technically, we made it to Wyoming in about 24 hours... non-stop driving, but we made a pit stop in Cheyenne to, well, sleep, and to go to the ER--see first post...)

So, I'm in Wyoming. What do I want to eat? Something that was just shot outside. So.... I choose the buffalo prime rib, medium rare. Brad gets the same thing (obvi!). We then proceed to eat a ton of bread because we're starving. It's not easy holding a steering wheel strong enough to prevent wind from blowing a jeep off a Wyoming road. So, the meal comes pretty quickly, giving us barely enough time to take in the dead bears, elk, moose, and other "wild" beasts adorning the walls. While the walls were stereotypical, the crowd was incredible. ESPN had just hosted the snowmobiling hill climb (apparently a huge event, enough to make a Motel 6 more than triple in price), and so there were all these snowmobilers in cowboy hats. I spent most of my time trying to understand how that worked.

Anyway, the food comes and it looks awesome. Massive prime rib, a lovely shade of pink, juice dripping everywhere. The string beans were mesquite-esque and delicious. The dipping juice was sort of bland, but rather superfluous anyway. The sweet potato with maple butter was a little off... I liked the sweet potato but was surprisingly disappointed by the overly sweet maple butter. Almost made me miss Vermont, but then I remembered I was about to board Jackson Hole and I just grinned. The prime rib was slightly chewy (possibly because it was buffalo, not East Coast prime rib animal), but delicious. Such a large portion that I couldn't finish. They were sold out of most of the beverages (it was a Sunday night--I guess that's hopping in Jackson, Wyoming) but the two we ordered were available. Overall, an interesting experience. I'd probably try another restaurant out there if I'm fortunate enough to go back (loved the mountain!!!!) but I'm glad I gave guns and game a chance.