Oh boy, I'd forgotton (thank God) about SOS. Had enough of that. Imagine it being served on a troop ship with 3,500 very seasick GI's, crossing the Atlantic in the middle of January (1957, actually). I discovered that no matter what else I acquired in life, I had me "sea legs". No one else did. Saw the cliffs of Dover, awsome!

The Cowboy Cafe, in DuBois, Wyoming serves the best shepard's pie I have ever et, I think they make it with bison.

CB