There is nowhere to eat in Glendale so we were directed to the next town, Hatch, where there is, we were told, the best restaurant in the area. We were served by yet another stoutly built young lady (so few years, so many pounds) and were looking at yet another burger menu (no variety in the food, but hundreds of different ways of having your burger). I asked what beers they had. "No beer or wine here or anywhere else in Hatch. This is a dry town." "What!!?? Is this a Mormon conspiracy? Is this the work of Joseph Smith?" I wanted to ask, but couldn't quite.
Surely there is something in the United States Constitution about the right of a man to have a beer with his burger. The 8th Amendment? It is cruel and unusual punishment, after all.
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