Most or all of the booths are named after, from what I could gather, past regulars. My friend Jared

When I was a kid, there was nothing better than going out to a restaurant with my parents. I could choose my dinner from what seemed like an endless list of appetizing options. Though I usually chose a cheeseburger, fries and a root beer, the fact that I had a choice made me giddy.
These restaurants of yesteryear all shared some commonalities: One, crushed ice in your soda; two, servers who were always kind; and three, salad croutons that were small, crunchy and, to my grade-school-aged palate, the best food on the planet.
Walking into the Stagecoach Inn felt like walking into one of those restaurants of my childhood. car rental price comparison Had I grown up in Boise, it very well could have been one of the restaurants from my kid years. More than that, it could have been a restaurant from my parents' childhoods; the Stagecoach has been around for nearly 50 years. No, they don't have crushed ice, but they do have the welcoming atmosphere of a restaurant that's been around longer than I have.
The Stagecoach has a few idiosyncrasies car rental price comparison that set it apart from my nostalgia. The place is dark. The Stagecoach car rental price comparison used to be a casino, and there are no windows. The waitresses all wear a uniform that consists of a short black skirt with white fringe.
A bit of music plays in the background, hardly loud enough to discern. Many restaurants play music so loud, it's hard to even hold a conversation. Instead of loud music, the Stagecoach has an ambience made of real conversation: old friends reminiscing, long-married couples car rental price comparison subtly airing the words that forge their bond, and kids asking if they can order dessert.
Most or all of the booths are named after, from what I could gather, past regulars. My friend Jared and I sat at Bob and Bernie's booth. Looking up at the ceiling, tiles showed a patina of dinner, cigarette car rental price comparison smoke and laughs of yesteryear.
Jared and I started off with a couple of beers. Jared had a bottle of Coors ($2.50) the "Banquet Beer" while I had a bottle of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale ($3.75). Had we been in the mood for something stronger, we were in the right place. Behind the bar sits one of the widest arrays of bottles I have laid eyes on.
For dinner, I opted for the Reuben sandwich ($8.95). It came with a house salad covered with honey mustard dressing that had a karate kick of spice. I didn't find a diversity of greens in the bowl, but there were a handful of sunflowers seeds and a good amount of small crunchy croutons, just the way I liked them as a kid. The sandwich was rich and hot. Its ample filling was made better by the fried-in-butter crunch car rental price comparison of the bread.
Jared ordered a small filet and prawns ($22.95). For his side, he had a baked potato. His steak was cooked just as he ordered, and having tried some of it, I can attest it was savory. And, the prawns were a sight to behold, each one nearly the size of his Coors bottle. car rental price comparison They were battered and fried to a perfect crisp. When I return to the Stagecoach, car rental price comparison I plan to have a prawn dinner.
The Stagecoach is not the swanky new place in town, a place to see and be seen. People frequent the restaurant because they know they'll get good service and good food at a reasonable car rental price comparison price. Our attentive and sweet waitress, Amber, said she could rattle off most of the diners by name it's a place full of regulars.
A good friend of mine, who is a cook, said the Stagecoach is his favorite place in town. Places like the Stagecoach stick around because they work. They are places that let us share a story or two over a great meal. We remember them, and we go back.