Tourist Trap

I know, I know... there are certain things that you're supposed to do when you live in Arizona, and the tourists always seem to do them, but after living here for 17 years, I still haven't. Yup, I am one of those Arizonians who has never been to the Grand Canyon, I've never gone to the O.K. Corral, and up until last month, I had never been to Rustler's Rooste.

What? The Rustler's Rooste is an Arizona must-do? Ok, well I didn't really think so either, but judging by the sheer volume of tourists present, I figured that I must have been missing out on one. Between the bull hanging out by the front door (yes, a real, live bull, with real, live, bullshit to boot), and the tourist (who had to be from Connecticut, judging from the stick up his ass) walking around with a Arizona state flag bandana tied around his very new looking cowboy hat (it's a birthday thing... see picture below....), this place is a hoot.

I didn't have the guts to try the chicken-fried rattlesnake that's on the menu - blech. Instead, I opted for the fried chicken, which was very ho-hum. However, I gotta say - I probably could have fed a small Ethiopian metropolis with the amount of food we were served. Baskets of Indian Fry Bread nuggets, biscuits, corn, beans, salad.... Not to mention the three enormous chunks of chicken - I was STUFFED. I couldn't imagine how anyone could really put a dent in the all you can eat beef ribs, but they offer them anyhow. Plus, it's always fun to literally drink your beer from a mason jar.

I have no idea who this guy is, but it looks like he's having fun....