I was also thinking about the Code of the West last night, when Chip, Connery, and I attempted to go out to dinner. I say attempted because we had to go to four different restaurants to find one that was open and that would take our debit card! I know that I'm not in Big City USA where I can expect to get all manner of food at all times of day, but I would have thought 6:30 p.m. on a Wednesday night wouldn't be too much of a challenge.
The irritation was compounded by our decision while at the gym to walk to one of Livingston's many downtown eating establishments. The restaurant we had in mind was just around the corner and down the block, but when it was--inexplicably--closed, we walked to the next block and tried a restaurant there. We speed-walked Connery through the smoky bar portion only to see the big sign saying, "NO PLASTIC!" You know, if we can pay for a Big Mac with a debit card, why can't we buy a good burger at Stockman's? So around the corner we went to the next bar/restaurant on our list, only to find it dark as well.
Am I missing something? Is the Wednesday night-church night thing so strong in Livingston that businesses close to take their kids to CCD and other religious instruction? Or is it just because we're a tourist town? Whatever the reason, it was a bad night to be out looking for sustenance on foot. The temperature sign on the bank read 10 degrees, and not one of us had mittens. We were glad to see the welcoming light of the Mexican place, even if tacos were not what we had had in mind for dinner.