We already passed the town of Zion where the main drag was lined with local cafes and restaurants. I was getting concerned that that was the last strip of commerce we would see in a while. After descending from the dizzying zigzags of Zion (and its staggering beauty), lo and behold, a ranch stood on the right side of the road and an "Open" neon sign for a grill beckoned. We parked and rushed in and was pleasantly surprised at what greeted us.
It was a rustic restaurant the urbanites in New York City or San Francisco were trying to replicate with just barely some degree of success. This was legit. Out here, chickens and geese literally roamed outside. Buffalo Grill sits right on a working ranch, beyond which is a wild and free-roaming buffalo preserve, a little bit outside Zion National Park. Imagine my awe! I LOVE places like these!