I Heart Happy Endings
Mom's driving Henry's truck and I'm enjoying the rural scenery on the outskirts of tiny La Barge, Wyoming, where they live, exactly 99 miles from here. Just before we turn off the highway, which runs right through the middle of town, I spot something that looks so incredibly out of place that I do a double take. "What is that thing, that metal square?" And she says, "Remember me telling you about the Moondance Diner?" Oh, yeah. How could I forget?
Welcome to Wyoming, you historical and iconic little shoe box of a restaurant, you. Nice to have you. Your new clientèle might come as a surprise, but I guarantee you they'll lavish you with as much affection and warmth as those fashionable New Yorkers you used to entertain. We do that in Wyoming.
Mom (whose particular occupation makes her the region's favorite information hot line, and I'm surprised she's not quoted in the article, since everyone else in the area is) is already getting calls from people who want to drive a few hundred miles just for dinner at the Moondance. She's getting tired of repeating, "You'll just have to wait until spring." Right now the diner really looks like it just traveled a couple thousand miles, a little disheveled and weary, but I'm sure it won't be long before it sparkles, square and straight, lighting up the desert night with New York neon.
La Barge, of all places. Really.
Welcome to Wyoming, you historical and iconic little shoe box of a restaurant, you. Nice to have you. Your new clientèle might come as a surprise, but I guarantee you they'll lavish you with as much affection and warmth as those fashionable New Yorkers you used to entertain. We do that in Wyoming.
Mom (whose particular occupation makes her the region's favorite information hot line, and I'm surprised she's not quoted in the article, since everyone else in the area is) is already getting calls from people who want to drive a few hundred miles just for dinner at the Moondance. She's getting tired of repeating, "You'll just have to wait until spring." Right now the diner really looks like it just traveled a couple thousand miles, a little disheveled and weary, but I'm sure it won't be long before it sparkles, square and straight, lighting up the desert night with New York neon.
La Barge, of all places. Really.
posted by A at
8:15 PM
4 Comments:
I'm gonna need to make a trip down that way to check that place out...
I'll let you know when they're ready for company. It's the strangest sight in the world, I gotta say, out there in the middle of nowhere.
Moondance Diner is the best and biggest happening in Southwest Wyoming since Moonshine was smuggled in the railroad cars 100 winks ago! Imagine Classic Comfort Food served in a Classy Stainless Steel Shell... western wit meets New York savvy! Welcome Home Moondance, Welcome Home.
Hey have you seen the website for Moondance Diner? www.historicmoondancediner.com it is an excellent way to follow the progress of the Diner and get familiar with La Barge and its wealth of history too. Good luck to the young couple who had the balls to take a risk and assume their American dream!
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