In August, Jeff & I took a drive...up to Arco, ate at the little sandwich shop above...um...it was such good sandwiches. We loved it. Jeff ordered a six inch and I ordered a four inch and neither one of us could eat it all. We each asked to have what we hadn't eaten wrapped and then left. We drove over Lost Trail and into Sun Valley then home. When we got home, I said...where's my purse? Well, when we went in the sandwich shop, I had sit it on an extra chair and when I went up to have my extra wrapped, we left right from there and I didn't sit down again. So...I didn't grab my purse. I finally found a number for them by calling the RV park we usually camp at and called. Yes, they had found it and had it sitting back at the counter. SO...we had to drive to Arco again the next day. I felt stupid....
The really cool thing is, they hadn't even opened the purse to find a name or anything. EVERYTHING was still in it! Love smaller towns where people are honest and honorable. They were soooo nice. We ate there again and it was just as delicious. I would recommend that place to anyone.
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