Before becoming Utah’s most gangsta pedestrian, I had an early lunch at the Yankee Doodle Cafe in Alpine, Wyoming.
No one else was appreciating the irony that the only person using the ice cream machine with the “secure our borders” bumper sticker was clearly the most overworked employee, a Mexican woman.
Nor did anyone appreciate the irony of today’s special, beef stroganoff. A Russian dish! Russia is our real enemy. I no longer buy Stoli or speak to my mom because she’s Russian. It hurts but you do what you have to do.
I use the word irony a lot but there is a lot of it in these parts.
Despite the “annoy a liberal” sign staring at me while I chewed, I kept my opinions to myself. I mean, one has one’s convictions but Yankee Doodle trumped those with the most delicious bacon cheddar burger. I had the sweet potato fries. I could not get myself to order freedom fries. Seriously, they are still on the menu, along with the boycott France signs and other 2001 classics. I was not able to find the “mission accomplished” sticker.