We were led to a booth at one side of the diner filled with memorabilia from that exciting era--Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, Buddy Holly, and many more. With the jukebox playing old rock-and-roll tunes, we settled into the colorful booth and reminisced about those good ole days.

The menu is the typical diner fare: the special of the day, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and veggies, salads, soups, sandwiches, and burgers with fries. The burgers were named for rock’n’roll stars. The Buddy Holly Burger was my choice, and Harry had a very messy (but delicious) chile burger.

But by far the very best part of our meal was the dessert--just as the clerk at the Aero Motel had promised. It was huckleberry season, and since neither of us had ever had a huckleberry before, we ordered a piece of warm huckleberry pie with vanilla ice cream. And it was definitely the best pie I had ever eaten. I am still not sure what a huckleberry is, but I sure wish we had them here in Texas.

Shortly after we sat down, another couple was seated in the booth directly across from us. They asked if we were visiting the area and that opened up a conversation that lasted throughout our meal. We enjoyed talking with them and learning about the local area, one of the most pleasurable pastimes while traveling, especially in small towns.

In addition to the '50s memorabilia plastered all over the walls, there is a model train that travels along a ledge that runs around the inside of the restaurant. If the train isn’t running, ask your waiter to start it for you. It is amazing how many people will stop what they are doing to watch the train go around and around. I suppose it is a childhood thing.

After returning from Glacier National Park on our way home, we stopped again to get another piece of huckleberry pie. To our great disappointment, Bojangles closes at 8pm every night, and we missed our chance.

Bojangles also serves breakfast beginning at 6am daily.