Last week, I mentioned the Bistro that Travis and I ate at when he came to visit me at work. Now, here are the pictures.

First, you trek to the far end of the parking lot - admittedly, not a huge distance. But then some safety equipment is necessary because next up is the slide down a steep, muddy, icy, and did I mention STEEP? hill I didn’t take a picture of this for two reasons: 1) there was a crowd of people going to the Bistro and I didn’t want to hold them up on the single-file trail, and 2) the picture would NEVER do it justice.

Then at the bottom of the hill, in the middle of a field, there’s this sign that proves you’re going in the right direction. Keep in mind this is in the middle of a field. So for those people just wandering around out in the field, this is the right direction.

What, you can’t read that? It says the Bistro is that way, across this field and down more of a hill.

Lost yet?

Then across a few paving stones that have been put in the field, but are so spread out even they were even pointless with Travis’ long stride, and down a seriously treacherous set of stairs.

Once down the stairs, you’ve made it. Note, this is a picture of the actual interior. Notice the steep steps in the background, and the lack of windows in the door. You’d never know this was a restaurant.

Once again, I’m thankful I’m not in a wheelchair trying to get around this country! And the worst of all this is that the restaurant is not even that great. But it sure as an adventure to get to!