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Puttski's at Meadow Lake Resort - a history
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LUNCH
11am - 3pmHAPPY HOUR
GIMME MENU
3pm - 5pm DINNER
5pm - 9pm
(Tuesdays - Sundays)
6pm - 9pm
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| Ahh, a wee bit of Scotland nestled right here in yer beautiful Montana mountains! What’s that, mate? Ye say ye’ve never heard of me restaurant? Ye aff yer head? Ye grow up in a bomb-shelter er something, Gadgie? Puttski’s is the premier place to put yer worries to rest and relax with some good conversation and slabber-worthy eats! Aye, and to think it all started when I was a wee lad in Scotland. Working the fields with me Da… dreaming of owning me own pub one day. A place where any lad or lass could enjoy good times with their mates. A place where the screwtaps and pints run as free and as smooth as the rivers from the mountains. A place where ye could fill yer belly with the scrummiest (scrumptious and yummy) nosh around whether yer a brooding William Wallace or snotty-nosed wean. Aye, a truly heavenly place it were to be, too! But, as is often with great minds, mediocrity breeds contempt, and yours truly was ridiculed and banished from me town. Destined to roam the melancholy shores of me homeland with nothing more than me breeches and me driver. Me shoes worn to shreds, me shirt mere strings and the only bit of food in me belly was a rotten twig that I’d found stuck between me own toes! Ah, darkness was at hand… And then alas! Salvation… some tinker had gone an left half a pint on the shore line… ye imagine, a perfectly good pint just sitting on the rocks of Loch Ness? Well, Puttski knows opportunity when he sees it and I guzzled it down straight, I did. Aye and right about the time the sky were going under me feet, I saw it… a great creature! When I came about, I found myself in some underwater cave staring into the eyes of this enormous sea monster. Its yellow eyes starin’ at me with a hunger I’d only seen from the occasional waitress hogbeasts at the pub! Her breath smelled like the sweat from a pair of year-old knickers as she slinked closer and closer to your ol’ Puttski. Aye, and Puttski backs down from no one, man or beast! “Oi! Stop yer sliding right there, ye mad yapper! My name is Puttski and I mean ye no harm but watch me, ‘cuz I can handle meself well enough, too!” She ignored me threats and before I could decide it a poor plan, I swung me driver like I was trying to hit a par 5 hole in one shot! “Bassshumpt!” Me driver bent, me arm shaking, and she stood staring as if though I just blew her a kiss! That monster looked at me for what seemed like 3 years and like a storm off the sea, let out a laugh that shook the waves themselves. Mates ‘til the end ever since! It was right about tha time that me plan came into mind…. I told Nessie what I was thinkin’… oh, I’ve gone off on me mad tangent again, haven’t I? Well, needless to say, we made our way to Montana. And aye, here I am. And after some swindling and swashbuckling, some belly-achin’ and some bamboozling, I’m the owner of me own restaurant! Puttski’s! And it is grand! Action-packed sports on every plasma screened telly from here to Glasgow! Smell the competition, watch the excitement, feel the fervor! Aye, and our continuously evolving fantastically fun family-friendly food and fare, perfect for those meals that bring ye closer and make memories to keep ye warm when yer old and grey! Games and great times! Burgers and brews! Soups and sweets! Puttski’s got a wee bit o’ heaven for every body! Speaking of that, ye seem a wee-bit peckish… ye know I’ve got this new Gimmee Menu Puttski-Proven to bring the biggest blarney-kisser to his knees! From 3-5 every day I serve up the finest fresh teasers guaranteed to please ye for only 3 bucks! What’r ye waiting for, mate, yer only wasting time. Come share a laugh and a lager with us at Puttski’s! |
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