Casper Food Critic

A cold and windy day was laid out before us. As the snow fell, the critic crew loaded up and headed out, looking for something to warm our bones. As we circled town, we had the usual conversation. “Where do you want to go?” would fly from the backseat. A brave individual would reply with “Pizza” to which everybody would groan. After several attempts and awkward silences, somebody threw out “Mexica

The flying of fingers and moving of electrons. That is all it takes to both create and send a text message to anywhere in the world. As I sat in a silent classroom, that is exactly what I did. Those text messages flew through the air and into the cellular system, only to end up at the receiving end, my editor’s phone. I was inviting her on a lunch date. A few more digits typed and it was agreed. W

Don’t judge a book by its cover. Those immortal words spoken by every mother in the world reverberated through my brain as I drove toward my next assignment. On an almost forgotten patch of land, on the edge of mainstream Casper, sits a small place called Plows Diner.

As the clock struck 12’, I shot up from my chair. I normally have an open lunch break where I can mosey across town and select my eatery with care. Today however, I had exactly one hour. With gas pedal to the floor like a rocket at full throttle, I raced across town as if I were trying to escape Earth’s gravitational pull. HQ BBQ was my mission and no time constraint could abort this scientific en

Once again, my readers and eaters voted and sent me on another wild ride worthy of Mr. Toad himself. Today in my finest motorcar and driving goggles, the entourage and I were off to Monsoon Indian restaurant in downtown Casper.

The ring of a phone and a few passing phrases. That is all it takes, and I’m off like a shot. Across Casper I go, like an antelope at full throttle. I was sent to direct some folks into their next job site. Conveniently, this all transpired near lunchtime. A few minutes later, I find myself headed toward my next review, posse in tow. We decide on gorging at Primetime Restaurant, located inside the

I ask long time Casper residents to close their eyes and think back. What feels like a few millennia ago, do you remember what resided at the intersection of Second Street and Beverly, on the Southwest corner? At the time, the small structure was a Taco Bell that for many years pumped out cheap fast food for passing motorists.

After a brief Facebook survey, my palate and I made it to Frosty’s Bar and Lounge. Located on Center Street across from the Flex Complex, Frosty’s is in a prime location for any weary downtown diners. Despite having passed by the business for several decades, I had relegated it to the back of my mind. It’s nothing more than another bar trying to make a quick buck off of the working man, or so I th

With extreme trepidation I approached the building. I had heard good things, but how good could it be? Previous eateries in the same building had at best, left me in want, and screaming toward the door at worst. With my bravest foot forward, I entered Pho Saigon at the corner of Beverly and 12th Street in Casper.