Do you remember my post about the cleanmeter?
(It's ok, go read it. I'll wait...)
Well, this fucking post is going to break the cleanmeter...
...until last week...
I went to Jackson on business, and, well, I was done with my day about 2 hours earlier than expected. Worse, I was with a vendor rep.
So, yeah. A little disheartening.
But I'm Mister Bright-Side. We decided to make the best of our evening and hit up the best steakhouse in Jackson Hole, the Gun Barrel Steakhouse. It was a great atmosphere, with fantastic liquor.
...oh yeah, and good food too.
While we were waiting to order, there was a loudmouth cowboy. I swear to you his name was Tex (or should have been).
|A fairly accurate depiction...|
I loved it. Apparently buffalo makes you curse like a madman.
...so of course I had to try the buffalo prime rib...
|Actual photo of my food.|
It was fucking bliss.
Like heaven in my fucking mouth.
...and now I can't stop cursing...
I guess the fucking bright side is now I can properly wear a gigantic belt buckle with my jeans. This means I may be more liked with my Montana customers...
But back to the buffalo steak, it was fucking fantastic. If bison are going to be the new 'cow,' I am more than fine with that.
And of course, I highly recommend the Gun Barrel if you're ever in Jackson. This isn't a sponsored post. They're not paying me for it (but for over $100 for the two of us, they fucking should be...) so this is completely sincere.