Black Bear Restaurants
Over a year ago Merle and friend, Greg, drove a pickup to Arizona and back to bring some furniture down to our newly acquired manufactured home. The only thing Merle raved about was their stop at the Mt. Shasta Black Bear Restaurant. They had the biggest portions of food and the world’s best Marion berry pie. When we drove down to Arizona this January we didn’t stop because we weren’t hungry. But we did notice every Black Bear Restaurant along our route. When we finally arrived at our destination we located not one but TWO Black Bear restaurants within a half hour drive of our home.
On our first trip we were out and about while coming back from Buckeye so we stopped for lunch. I ordered the best tuna sandwich I have ever eaten–no kidding. It came loaded with lettuce, tomato and avocado slices on sour dough bread and included a kosher dill pickle and hot french-fried onion rings. Merle enjoyed his bowl of chili topped with cheese. We shared a hot fudge dessert.
The following week we repeated the tuna and chili adventure. Since then, we took Terry and Linda there. I had a huge and delicious salad with chicken pieces. Our next visitor was Eric, who stayed a couple of nights with us. I had French dip sandwich on sour dough and a green dinner salad with the world’s best bleu cheese dressing. Merle got chicken-fried steak with mashed potatoes. The following week we went by ourselves and split an order of BBQ spareribs. It was so good and we both felt too full for dessert, but brought home one of their individual chocolate creme pies to share. Last week we went out to dinner with Merle’s nephew Keven and wife Jan, so you guessed it. This time I ordered spaghetti and sausage meatballs (better than your average meatballs) and a green salad with–you guessed it–bleu cheese dressing. Merle stayed with the chicken-fried steak. Last night Merle’s son Kurt was down here for some classes, so we made another weekly trip to Black Bear restaurant. I ordered the French Dip and another bleu cheese salad, and Merle got the chicken-fried steak. Gee, we’ve only got three more weeks before we head back to the Northwest. Do you think we’ll be able to last through the summer months without our weekly meal?
I think I’ll go get a bite of lunch. I brought home half of a french-dip sandwich last night with the dip in a separate cup–two meals for the price of one!
