This history exploring can be tiring work. There’s the endless road, it just goes on and on and on; there’s the walking and climbing, the jumping of fences, dust by the dumptruck load, all manner of dangers to think about, bugs and heat, and wind and rain. A person can get down right tuckered out on these adventures. And boy can you get hungry.
Let me introduce you to the Southern Ranchman’s Inn tavern (or is that saloon, pub, or beer parlour?) in Manyberries Alberta, a backwater dot-on-the-map place smack dab in the middle of nowhere, and this day’s rest stop.
The building’s interior is dark and musty and the decor dated. The walls are lined with obligatory local pictures, dusty old cowboy memorabilia and all manner of kitschy knickknacks. The tables are beat up, none of the chairs match. An old pool table, shuffleboard and jukebox complete the scene. Is that a pay phone? Outside a couple old timers nursing their beers, we’re the only customers.
There are no trendy craft beers here, no meals of Wagu-beef tenderloin with a red wine reduction, locust flower honey glazed over baby carrots and heirloom fingerling potatoes basted in bone marrow butter. You won’t find it here.
But they have cold Pilsners and wings…and it couldn’t be more perfect.
Here’s one reason we came to town…
Manyberries Alberta railway station.
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Date of adventure: August, 2014.
Location: Manyberries, AB.