“The diner stood on the summit of a long, hard climb. It’s glass walls spread a coat of polish over the view or rocks and pines descending in broken ledges to the sunset. It was dark below, but an even glowing slight still remained in the diner, as in a small pool left behind by a receding tide. Dagny sat at the end of the counter, eating a hamburger sandwich. It was the best-cooked food she had ever tasted, the product of simple ingredients, and of unusual skill…”
I have found that diner. And ironically it’s called Taggart’s Grill.
The food was, without a doubt, one of the best meals either of us have ever eaten. Just like Dagny said of the diner she found, high in the mountains along the railroad line. I don’t say that lightly either, being a connoisseur of roadside eateries. It was so good that Dave and I went back for dinner that day as well.
Coming back for my annual Christmas visit I thought it might be fun to treat Mom and Ron to lunch there, so on a nice sunny afternoon we drove the 50 miles up from their home in Holiday, going through Park City, Coalville, and Echo and enjoying the scenery and talking. When we got there they were amazed at this lonely little diner, and they had the same reaction that Dave and I did: how did such fine food get tucked away here in the middle of nowhere?
Unfortunately Taggart's Grill is not named as a tribute to the character in Atlas. Taggart’s Grill comes from the original name of an old fishing camp and gas station along the Weber River that was located just up the road called Taggart’s Service. But in this day and age, where Atlas Shrugged is becoming less and less a fictionalized novel and more like real life, it’s kinda cool to think that a diner with fantastic food, made by people of ability and competence – something Rand greatly admired and wrote about in the book – would exist high in the mountains of Utah along the original transcontinental railroad, and be coincidentally with the same name as the leading character of the novel. I have a “Who is John Galt?” bumper sticker on my Hummer. It seems appropriate today right here in the heart of Weber canyon, at a fantastic diner called Taggart's Grill.