Every establishment of family and friends needs that one central gathering place. The place that everyone feels safe to be themselves. I grew up in a family of Italians, so naturally ours was the kitchen. Some of the best memories are centered around the table, everyone talking over one another, laughing uncontrollably, and of course mass amounts of food. At Paradise, The French Creek Saloon is more than just a bar.
The first breath of pure mountain air blended with the sweet aroma of lupine is engraved in my memory from my first ride I took at Paradise. Coming from the Midwest, the majority of my riding had been through wooded areas, open meadows and arena work. As I first loped across the mesa into a horizon of snow capped peaks, Wyoming felt like home for the first time.