Your next stop: the Bo-Zone.
So, Chibi and I went out to Bozeman with some friends from work. Yesterday, we hung around the Bridger Bowl ski resort, ate a really expensive cheeseburger (that was inferior, in every possible way, to a McDonald's $1 special), and hung out with the guys from work for a bit.
From there, Chibi and I explored the town a little bit, and checked in to the motel that had been reserved by one of my cow-orkers. After checking in to the motel, we later met up with the cow-orkers at a local brewpub.. that was enjoyable. I'll get to that in a minute after the motel part of our story.
Now, before I begin on ranting about this fine establishment, let me just say that I have stayed in some dumpy places in my lifetime.. from a Motel 6 that had bare wires hanging from the ceiling where the smoke alarm used to be, to the weekly "apartment" in Phoenix that had the "barely working" A/C.
This place is a dump.
This place looks like it was built in the early 1950's, and aside from some new furniture installed in the late 80's, nothing's been done to the place other than the requisite cleaning. Oh, and the heater is one of those electric baseboard jobs, and it has two settings: off, and "hot as Hell." Checking in was a bit of an adventure as well... the guy at the front counter was "friendly" in that sort of creepy-guy kind-of way.
And the building creaks. A lot. No, I mean.. 'haunted house' kind of creaks a lot. I've lived in Victorian-era residential hotels (where indoor plumbing was "added on" after the building was constructed), and Edwardian-era apartment blocks, and those buildings were quiet compared to this place. At some points during the night, I'd wake up to roll over (or some other stupid reason) and couldn't get back to sleep for the constant "tick-tick-creeeeek-tick". Every time somebody uses water somewhere, it starts a creaking storm. Every time a neighboring apartment's heat kicks up, it starts a creaking storm.
Yeah, so.. if in Bozeman, avoid
this place like it's on fire. Because it should be.
Anyway, we also ate at Montana Ale Works, a vibrant little quasi-brewpub (they have no actual brewery on the premesis, but they carry a variety of craft brews made just for them, as well as a literal "who's who" of the Montana and Pacific Northwest brewery scene on draught) on the eastern edge of downtown. Chibi and I shared a meatloaf plate, and it was enough food for the both of us! I also ordered a Hefeweizen from Red Lodge Ales. It was comparable to a Widmer, with a smoother aftertaste and a lighter body.
Anyway, for today I plan on driving a bit towards Yellowstone, and then exploring the town a bit more before we head back to Billings. We'll keep you posted.
From there, Chibi and I explored the town a little bit, and checked in to the motel that had been reserved by one of my cow-orkers. After checking in to the motel, we later met up with the cow-orkers at a local brewpub.. that was enjoyable. I'll get to that in a minute after the motel part of our story.
Now, before I begin on ranting about this fine establishment, let me just say that I have stayed in some dumpy places in my lifetime.. from a Motel 6 that had bare wires hanging from the ceiling where the smoke alarm used to be, to the weekly "apartment" in Phoenix that had the "barely working" A/C.
This place is a dump.
This place looks like it was built in the early 1950's, and aside from some new furniture installed in the late 80's, nothing's been done to the place other than the requisite cleaning. Oh, and the heater is one of those electric baseboard jobs, and it has two settings: off, and "hot as Hell." Checking in was a bit of an adventure as well... the guy at the front counter was "friendly" in that sort of creepy-guy kind-of way.
And the building creaks. A lot. No, I mean.. 'haunted house' kind of creaks a lot. I've lived in Victorian-era residential hotels (where indoor plumbing was "added on" after the building was constructed), and Edwardian-era apartment blocks, and those buildings were quiet compared to this place. At some points during the night, I'd wake up to roll over (or some other stupid reason) and couldn't get back to sleep for the constant "tick-tick-creeeeek-tick". Every time somebody uses water somewhere, it starts a creaking storm. Every time a neighboring apartment's heat kicks up, it starts a creaking storm.
Yeah, so.. if in Bozeman, avoid
this place like it's on fire. Because it should be.
Anyway, we also ate at Montana Ale Works, a vibrant little quasi-brewpub (they have no actual brewery on the premesis, but they carry a variety of craft brews made just for them, as well as a literal "who's who" of the Montana and Pacific Northwest brewery scene on draught) on the eastern edge of downtown. Chibi and I shared a meatloaf plate, and it was enough food for the both of us! I also ordered a Hefeweizen from Red Lodge Ales. It was comparable to a Widmer, with a smoother aftertaste and a lighter body.
Anyway, for today I plan on driving a bit towards Yellowstone, and then exploring the town a bit more before we head back to Billings. We'll keep you posted.