The only way to the dinner table is a walk down to the Canyon bottom or a mule ride.
I walked, had dinner with 50 new friends and three old ones.
The feeling of comraderie and profound pride in your dinner cohorts was inspiring. The staff is fun and direct. Everyone pitches in and make sure everyone else is well taken care of.
The steaks were large and juicy, the baked potato perfectly cooked, salad was huge and non-ending, corn bread for accent, and there were vegetables to complete the nutrition. The big, bountiful brownies for dessert were also unending, although the dinner was so filling I just gave mine away.
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