Can be found here. Or at least at the Missoula, Montana location let me tell you.
Not only was the food, wine, and service fanstastic, but they turned-out pretty brunette servers/greeters – eight at our last count – like pasta is turned-out of a pasta maker. I’m not kidding, it was almost magical because ever time you thought you had them all counted another beauty would appear and match if not exceed the beauty of the others.
It reminded all of us of that Seinfeld episode where Elaine notices that all the waitresses look alike and have big hooters because all the gals were just as gorgeous and dark brunette as they could get. Perhaps not sisters but definitely in the same “hot brunette” gene pool.
They put the Hooters gals to shame. No contest. Not even close.
It’s my new favorite restaurant. By the time I leave they will have a booth named for me.