Bozeman is many things, but a mecca of ethnic food is not the first thing that comes to mind. This is burgers and steak country – the land of the perfectly grilled ribeye, the locally brewed draft beer. The last few years have seen a distinct…
I often marvel at the number of independent coffee shops in Bozeman. They line the streets, each with a welcoming door open to passersby. Each has their place – students looking for a place to study, young professionals meeting with clients…
Sushi is served family style. It is meant to be shared, our waiter instructs…
This evening turns out to be quite educational, and this is lesson number one. Keeping this information in mind, my group of friends and I bury our heads in our…
Imagine Bozeman in the 1960’s. The outside world – the cities beyond our enclosed ring of mountains
Wandering downtown Bozeman, it is easy to find a burger, pizza, bistro and pub fare, and even authentic Mexican and Mediterranean, but you might not expect to find a tapas bar in the middle of a remote American ski town. However, “Over The…
Get Schooled, Korean Style
Imagine a delectable little Korean oasis in the midst of meat and potatoes country. If you’re looking for a meal that takes you east of the Bridgers guarding our mountain valley, past American shores, past the cities…
Erase the surrounding buildings, the traffic, the instant pizza places and soft-serve walk-up places, and you are left with a lone cafe full of hand made pastas, paninis, and salads. The Fresco Cafe is an quaint Italian gem in the midst of…
Stranded in the Salt Lake City airport, spending an entire day in that familiar no man’s land known as a layover, I can only remember the send off that my favorite local pub gave me last night. The snow is flying – the first snow of the…
Enter The Garage Soup Shack & Mesquite Grill, and be transported to a 1950’s style mechanics garage. Be tuned to perfection by The Garage wait staff, whose service is friendly, attentive, and quick. The fare is good ol’ fashioned…
Pulling up to Audrey’s Pizza Oven on the corner of Rouse and Peach I could see only the edges of a couple of patio umbrellas because of the deciduous landscape trees bordering the street. I found myself wishing the city didn’t keep…
