North Hi-Way Cafe, Idaho Falls
Only two types of people out there, the whiners and the snivelers. Quipped a rather large squat fat man as his table mates to the register to pay his check.
The waitresses looked like your sister and certainly possessed ESP. The plastic booths of cowboy and Indian motif were filled with regulars, of every size and ilk. Workingmen and older people many puffing on cigarettes and making the air a settling mist. The conversations overheard: [Two old guys discussing their place in the world as the sole survivors of their once "big" families. "The Doctor says my heart is fine, my blood sugar is fine, my cholesterol is fine," he says all this while he puffs on an unfiltered cigarette. Regulars. One man who appears to be part Indian saying his goodbyes to his cronies as if it may be the last time he sees them.
With so much atmospere, the food could be a mere technicality. We would have been please with the status quo. But what we got was perfection, for breakfast, that is.
When I asked the cashier, who looked on the long side of 70 how long they had been in business, she replied, Forever! Some say that next Thursday will be our 70th birthday. "
SIGN:" Invite us to your picnic, we wll bring it!"
From Idaho Falls, ID to West Yellowstone, MT via Hwy 20
Tour through Yellowstone ending at about 10 PM (These long days allow for big gulps of touring)
Stayed: West Yellowstone – Fairfield Inn Room 219 (Handicap Room)
