If you find yourself on I-90 heading either east or west and you are in the western part of Montana, you will be doing yourself a disservice to drive past the infinitesimally small town of St. Regis where a miracle in food-stuffing is occurring.
It was getting dark, we were hungry and opted for what we thought would be a quick fix to that problem. We had no idea we were about to be presented with the largest, finest, gut-filling, "Monster-burger" either side of the Yellowstone River or Clark Fork. When the "cook" who I thought I heard being called "Fuzzy," came to the drive-up window, he asked Jey-hu if he was intending to drive while consuming this gastranomic disaster. "If so," he cautioned, "you will have to sign a disclaimer that we are not responsible for anything that happens to you."
Jey-hu laughed and said he wouldn't hold them liable - just bring it on. I was more circumspect and chose a simple burger (delicious in its simplicity). The entire crew came
to the window to pose for us and when they handed us the bag and we drove away, we had no idea what we were in for... Jey-hu had his hands - and mouth - full trying to drive and wrap his teeth around a four-inch thick meal!
It was clearly stuffed to overflowing with two meat patties, fried onions, mushrooms, lettuce, tomatoes and Fuzzy's 'secret sauce,' and the bun only added to the challenge. "I feel like a small snake trying to eat a large rabbit," Jey-hu mumbled between bites. I thought it was fortunate there were so few people on the road as we weaved around snaky turns toward Idaho at 40 mph.
No wonder there was a caution from Fuzzy!
(We've posted a picture of the signs on the eatery... Look for the neon sign "Frosty" - turn right at the stop sign and make the next left... you'll be ready to park or drive through! I'd recommend parking if you're ordering his Monster Burger, though.)
