I'll get back to the beautiful pictures from my Colorado vacation, but let me tell you why we had steak today.
Yesterday we were heading toward home, and Cliff decided he wanted to get a little way into Kansas, so we wouldn't have so far to come home today. We made it to Colby, and spent the night in a Motel 6. We took our walk this morning around 6:30, and were on the road shortly after 7 AM.
Last night we asked the guy working at the motel, "Where's a good place to eat?"
He motioned up the road and said, "Montana Mike's Steak House is about the best."
Steak! We haven't had steak in MONTHS! What a way to end our vacation. But alas, when we arrived at the steak house, there was a line outside, waiting to get in. We were tired and starving, so we ended up ordering pizza delivered to our room. Not healthy stuff, but Cliff was worn out, and we were NOT going to stand in line. And I was in no mood to make us our usual evening salad, which has been our evening meal for the past week.
Once on the road this morning, I told Cliff, "We're going to have to eat someplace on the way home; why not watch for someplace that has steak, so we can get it out of our systems? After all, it's our vacation, let's end it in style."
Later on, I was reading a novel aloud to Cliff when he broke in, pointing out a sign that had the words, "...voted the best steak in Kansas" or something on that order.
"It says two miles north of I-70, exit ramp 341."
It's the only sign we saw about the place, and it was a long way to exit ramp 341. There was absolutely nothing there to assure us that there was, in fact, a steak house anywhere around, but we were hungry, and drove into the sleepy town of Maple Hill, Kansas.
As you can see by the pictures, Puffy's Steak & Ice House is nothing fancy, so we weren't expecting anything great. Cliff, ever aware of grease, grime and dirt in restaurants, was happy with the place. "Look," he said enthusiastically, "even the windows are clean!"
Folks, we split a 16-ounce steak between us, and it was superb. If you're ever crossing Kansas on I-70, Puffy's is worth the little detour. Cliff said he's just happy it isn't any closer to our house, because he'd be plugging his veins with cholesterol constantly.
So our vacation ended with a bang. And plenty of heat, because it's 100 degrees here at home.