What did you have for dinner Saturday? You might have to think about it, but as soon as I heard it was “National Prime Rib Day” it was a no-brainer for me.
I headed straight to the Irma Hotel which serves Wyoming’s best prime rib special, according to the web site Cheapism. Locals and out-of-towners alike have been enjoying this tender cut of beef for as long as we could hold a knife and fork, and many people I chat with say they remember going to the Cody Nite Rodeo and eating the Irma’s prime rib as kids. As adults they have returned to do the same with their own children and grandchildren.
Listed on the National Register of Historic Places, the Irma Hotel was built by Buffalo Bill and named for his daughter. The hotel’s famous room-long cherry wood bar – still in use today in what is now the hotel dining room – was presented to Buffalo Bill Cody by England’s Queen Victoria. Like most kids, my nieces and nephews love watching the antics of the summer-season Cody Wild Bunch gunfighters from the porch of the hotel before enjoying buffet-style dinners in the charming Western-themed dining room.
Now, if you’re like some of my neighbors and friends, you might be saying “Corrie, don’t get sucked in by something like ‘National Prime Rib Day.’ It’s a gimmick.”
I understand that perfectly. I didn’t run to the grocery store for Vienna sausages and those cardboard tubes of biscuits on “National Pigs in a Blanket Day,” and I certainly didn’t grab Mr. Pulaski on “National Hug a Plumber Day.” Both of those days were real and occurred last week as well. You can look it up.
I did, however, seriously consider dessert on “National Cherry Cheesecake Day,” but I did not fire up the oven on “National Zucchini Bread Day.” I made a donation to the Equus Foundation on “National Help a Horse Day” which was also “National Hairball Awareness Day” which didn’t prompt me to open my checkbook. I’m simply more of a horse person than cat person.
Just for fun, on “National Talk Like Shakespeare Day” I asked one of my oldest friends “Doth your mother know that thou wearest her sequin cowboy boots?” I was considerate when I said that by not getting too close to him as I was still feeling the effects of “National Garlic Day.”
You might think that people have gone overboard. If so, I thought about you on “National Sorry Charlie Day.”
Until next week, I am lovin’ life – and looking forward to July 27 when “National Day of the Cowboy” and “National Crème Brulee Day” coincide – in Cody Yellowstone.