ONLY ONE STAR AT BRIDGEPORT INN AND RESTAURANT
They only ever got ONE STAR - ever, ina hole place, ever!
Thar was this one night back a ways. Real clear. Bright moon. Dang cold. Ice on tha windas and lain ina place so small couldn't get comfortable. Nuthin ta eat buta hafa sanwich after 7pm. Hada go outside fer number one and so I held it as long as I could. Staying that night in my car, causin I din't want ta pay fer a room, was the 77th dumbist thang I ever done. Got so bad cold at 10pm I jes went back to try an get a room at that motor lodge upare in Oregon. Theysa jus sold tha last room at 9pm. Dang. Stayed in tha parkin lot wishin I was dead.
Yesterday, I went ta the Bridgeport Inn after a longish day with my buddy Mike, an I memmered that night in the car way backa when. An I memmered bunch nights in some rough places dint have no budget ta fix thar places up and this place wus lookin like a dream. I had me some reasonable expektations fer the place an I walk in an ask fer cupla rooms at 3:30pm.
They set us up nice. Ol man Mike, he got the motorlodge on ground floor causa he old and trippy if'n he ain't lookin at his feet an it dark or bumpy er watever. I got me that high falootin Mark Twain Suite and my chest puffed up causa I was gonna be like a star gonna be upair in that thar big room. They gave me some metal pointy cleat shoes, call em krampons, an an ice axe, a dude nama Sherpa, an an oxygen bottle ana big jacket. I said, "what that fer?", an they said, "yall gonna thank us fer em".
They got one them ol-timey staircases wita big ol rail and it's like a ladder almost. Steep. I tied in to the safety rope, tightened my helmet and hada Sherpa lead the way. Seven hours to go up ta that second floor, jes lika climb up to that Mt. Everest place. I din't even needa jacket they gave me. Took the helmet off halfway cause the stair carpet soft. Nice pattern that carpet. Tractiony. Rail felt good in the hand an the last two steps din't even clip inta the rope. Confidence!
Nice room. Ol timey. Real ol timey. Back ina day it'd be the best they got. Some dude nama Mark Twain stayed here an signed the register an all. Hada sittin room. Hada shower. Hada toilet. Hada heater an shakey light in the bathroom ima guessin ol Mark be rattlin them ol wires put in afer 1877 er whenever thay put them wires in thar. Wasn't originally built with plummin.
Imagin havna walk out and doo yer stuff outside ona cold night witha shovel. Now imagine if'n one day a year sombody plug up the retrofit outdoor-to-indoor plummin an ya hafa go over yonder with a shovel and not have one dem mergency porta-potty as a backup for 3 hours till it fixed. Ima taka portapotty over nuthin fer sher. Thay GOT ONE! Just one. Thank god. Dint hafa use it. Plummin work jes fine. Dang tho when someone flush when ya shower. Imagine no shower. Hot then cold do me jus fine, thank ya.
Me an ol Mike hada few drinks. Had dinner. Steak like a pine board. Kinda like a piece of pine board cut out to fit ina picture frame as the backing. It was big and thick like that. An succulent. Taste good. Mike's steak was real good too. Mash potatoes like a cloud with butter rain, and everthang was real nice and ol timey. This here seem lika kinda place be open all year for the locals, but it git so cold in winter they gotta shut it down so the pipes don't freeze.
Staff real nice too. Calm, patient, clear communicators, even witha guy like me don't not hardly got no schoolin ana education. Thay's a patient an real nice to ya. They get it we'all just guests in town an they try to make it an easy good time. They do it right. If'n this was 1877 this place musta been like the best place in the state. Real fancy everthan in the place. Kinda lika rustic stay in a different time an place. If'n ya want to see what it was like to stay in a real 1800's place and get a feel fer it, go here. Way better than a stay in yer car if'n ya think ya gonna drive up er down the highway an get better.
Lady at the bar was real calm an servin everbody. Place kept fillin up. Everbody seemed to know each other an it felt like a piece a home, or mebbie a better home town than I had. Good folk. Lotta ranchers mebbie, some sorta locals (they all eat here), an some travelers gettin what they be needin an lookin super happy.
I think that bartender was a door gunner in a past life. She just stay real calm and don't rush at nuthin, an keepin up with everthan. Slower pace here, an ol Mike an I hada real nice meal and talked and laughed fer a long spell. She made his favorite drink better than anewheres, an so he hada few extra. Beer for me was real nice too, an I got up them stairs ok from the bar. That short trip was real, real, nice.
Ina mornin had breakfast. Great start to the day. A+ Experience by every measure.
An just to be clear, theysa only got ONE STAR, that Mark Twain guy here that one time way back when. read more