I'm seriously in the mood for a local diner, a joint run by Ernie, Marion, Edna or Jeff, or just a damned coffee shop, but there's no luck on a Sunday morning in Mitchell.

Part of the problem is Sunday morning.  Were you and your daughter carnivores there is one of the world's great steakhouse bargains in Mitchell, (I think it was Mitchell.)  I believe it has a large plastic cow for an advertisement and is not far from the off-ramp.  We even found a decent Mexican restaurant in Wyoming, probably opened by a relative of someone working in the energy business.

As the Dutch said while fighting the Spanish: "It is not necessary to have hope in order to persevere."