Only in Bigfork, Montana can you find the type of cafe that welcomes everyone with open arms. We decided to have a light lunch after returning from viewing the glaciers in East Glacier, Montana. Instead, we were welcomed into a large family of employees, owners, and diners, who made us feel like Bigfork is our home.
First, we met Tanya, who waited on us, and soon proclaimed she was headed to Hawaii for a few weeks. then we met the ultra suave, and worldly Paulette. Turns out that we share some history. We were both in Berlin when the WALL was up. We both walked through Checkpoint Charlie, and observed life near the wall and in the more depressing parts of East Berlin. But best of all, she remembers the night clubs on the Ku-dam that had telephones going to each numbered table. The idea was to call the table to ask a young lady to dance or have a drink. She proclaimed that nobody would believe her until I came along to corroborate her story!
We soon met Chef Steve, and curly-haired Karen. This fearsome foursome form the nucleus of Pocket Stone for the three owners. Open for breakfast and lunch only, and home to the BEST cupcakes I have ever had, you must stop here when heading to Glacier National Park.
If Cheers claimed to know everyone’s name, Pocket Stone not only knows your name, but where you live, and where you came from. To top it off, the decor reminds me of the old, rough, worn, but clean brown boards on my grandfather’s old barn in the Central Valley. Open since just June 2 of this year, this cafe is a gem for all seasons,
When we stopped by again the next day, I asked Paulette why she didn’t pick up her phone when I called her the night before. It clicked, after she realized I was talking about the night club in West Berlin. We shared a laugh that only true friends can share, even after just meeting the day before.