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Once we were full of food and capps, we got back on the now-sloppy roads.
We passed through some giant cattle ranches, and by at least one very impressive ranch house. It seemed very out of place being out in the middle of nowhere.
We crossed into the Duck Valley Reservation and made our way into "civilization" in the little town of Owyhee, NV, just feet from the Idaho border.
We topped off our gas tanks at the combination gas station/grocery store/hardware store (which surprisingly accepted Apple Pay and Google Pay) and took advantage of the very nice town dump, which also had recycling bins, an appliance graveyard, motor oil disposal and an animal carcass pit. It was a real one-stop-shop and a good place to stop, regroup and chart our course for the day.
It was approaching lunch time, so we voted to relieve Alex of lunch duty and get something to eat in town.
"In town" is a little misleading. There isn't much of a town. But there was a single restaurant there off of the highway, near the school and local public service buildings.
(as seen on google's street view)
It looked a little sketchy, but with the name "Taste of Heaven Country Kitchen", who were we to judge?
I'm glad we didn't, because we were not disappointed. This place was the real deal. This was an authentic Cowboy/Indian/cattle rancher joint. No artificial ambiance here.
We took a seat next to the locals and studied the menu. We interrogated the waitress, Dan especially. Once satisfied that the beef was local enough and that the fries were indeed cut by hand and sourced from local potato farms, we placed our order.
Still relatively full from the breakfast frittata, but hungry enough to eat while food was available, we opted to pass on the Triple Tribal Burger, and instead go with the waitress-recommended Rez Burger, which only had two patties and came on a mysterious "fry bread" instead of a bun.
This fry bread required even more interrogation. Once satisfied that we were making the right call, we placed our order.
When she brought the Rez Burgers out, we couldn't believe our eyes. I won't even try to describe how awesome it was, as I would not do it justice with a description.
Instead, I'll just leave this right here and let you have a moment...
(pic used without permission from Dan)
This thing was a monster. I don't think anyone ate more than half. Once again, we found ourselves in a food coma.
We passed through some giant cattle ranches, and by at least one very impressive ranch house. It seemed very out of place being out in the middle of nowhere.
We crossed into the Duck Valley Reservation and made our way into "civilization" in the little town of Owyhee, NV, just feet from the Idaho border.
We topped off our gas tanks at the combination gas station/grocery store/hardware store (which surprisingly accepted Apple Pay and Google Pay) and took advantage of the very nice town dump, which also had recycling bins, an appliance graveyard, motor oil disposal and an animal carcass pit. It was a real one-stop-shop and a good place to stop, regroup and chart our course for the day.
It was approaching lunch time, so we voted to relieve Alex of lunch duty and get something to eat in town.
"In town" is a little misleading. There isn't much of a town. But there was a single restaurant there off of the highway, near the school and local public service buildings.
(as seen on google's street view)
It looked a little sketchy, but with the name "Taste of Heaven Country Kitchen", who were we to judge?
I'm glad we didn't, because we were not disappointed. This place was the real deal. This was an authentic Cowboy/Indian/cattle rancher joint. No artificial ambiance here.
We took a seat next to the locals and studied the menu. We interrogated the waitress, Dan especially. Once satisfied that the beef was local enough and that the fries were indeed cut by hand and sourced from local potato farms, we placed our order.
Still relatively full from the breakfast frittata, but hungry enough to eat while food was available, we opted to pass on the Triple Tribal Burger, and instead go with the waitress-recommended Rez Burger, which only had two patties and came on a mysterious "fry bread" instead of a bun.
This fry bread required even more interrogation. Once satisfied that we were making the right call, we placed our order.
When she brought the Rez Burgers out, we couldn't believe our eyes. I won't even try to describe how awesome it was, as I would not do it justice with a description.
Instead, I'll just leave this right here and let you have a moment...
(pic used without permission from Dan)
This thing was a monster. I don't think anyone ate more than half. Once again, we found ourselves in a food coma.
He is always up early and ready to roll. He pressures you without saying a word every morning. Even me, who is on east coast time zone so 3 hours earlier then the rest of them, wakes up and he is already up!!
