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Ben F. Goe's Cowboy Bar and and to its right Moore's Cafe, approx. 1941.

The most distinctive building on Cache is the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar. It is the oldest existing business on the Square. The Goe Family traces back in the west to the 1850's. Ben Goe, himself, received a patent to his homestead in 1913 and was appointed as the first postmaster of the village of Kelly. To the right of the Cowboy Bar is Moore's Cafe operated by Jack Moore (1909-1996). At the time of the photo, Moore advertised that his specialty was mountain trout. After construction of the Wort Hotel in 1941, Moore operated the Alpine Restuarant in the hotel. Later, he and his wife Helen operated Moore's Open Range Restaurant adjacent to the Silver Spur where the Legacy Gallery is now located. Moore was a friend of the artist Archie Boyd Teater (1901-1978).

Teater arrived in Jackson from Idaho in a Model T and in the summers camped near Jenny Lake and pointed scenes of the Tetons which were sold to tourists. He became suceessful and studied art in New York. He opened a studio in Jackson in 1941. His painted were described as impressionistic and romantic. Moore displayed one of Teater's paintings which featured a romanticised view of Cache Street and Jack's Open Range Restaurant. The painting was used on n advertising postcard for the restaurant.


Jack Moore's Open Range Restuarant, postcard reproduction of original which was oil on canvas.

With success, Teater traveled all over the world. In the west he travelled in a Jeepster station wagon. He maintained a studio in Idaho in a Frank Lloyd Wright desgined studio. Teater moved from Jackson to Carmel, California in 1977 and died a year later at the Mayo Clinic after a heart attack.


Dancing at Ben Goe's Cowboy Bar, 1930s.

Goe operated other bars elsewhere included facilities in Evansville near Casper and at Riverton. In one lawsuit over the alleged destruction of some gambling equipment in a fire in the club in Evansville, Goe openly admitted to possession of roulette, craps, and blackjack equiipment. The Cowboy Bar is the oldest surviving business fronting on the Town Square.


Million Dollar Cowboy Bar, Jackson, 1946. Photo by Davey Harris courtesy of Scott Harris.

Davey Harrris (1930 - 1980), whose photos appear on this and the next page, left home in Pocatello, Idaho, at age 16. He, with two friends, arrived in Jackson on foot in 1946. Their vehicle, a $15.00 used Ford "Tin Lizzie," broke down in the crossing of Teton Pass and was disposed of by pushing it down the mountainside from the roadway. The boys took up residence in a tent along side the creek. Davey obtained employment in the kitchen of the Cowboy Bar. There he was paid every night with a silver dollar and was allowed to take home to the tent a pot of left-over soup or stew. In the cool night air the grease in the stew would float to the top and congeal before he could reach the campfire at the tent. When winter came, the weight of the snow would collapse the tent. Thus, it came time for the three boys to move on. Davey enlisted in the Army Air Corps. One of the souvenirs of his days in Jackson that Davey Harris kept over the years was a card from Cowboy Bar.



Card retained by Davey Harris. Left, front; Right, reverse
Moore's was later replaced by the Silver Spur. At the time Moore's was regarded as "upscale." At the time, there were a limited number of eateries in Jackson. During the mineteen teens there was a lunch counter at the Jackson Hotel. As previously indicated Ma Reed ran a cafe. The Crabtree Hotel had a dining room and there was the Blue Bird Cafe and the Log Cabin Cafe operated by Fred Lovejoy. With the growth of Jackson in recent years there has been a great increase of restaurants of all kinds and descriptions. By 2013, in the Jackson area there are some 108 restaurants. Several try to adopt a "cowboy theme." At least two feature "cowboy comfort food." A glance at the menues indicates that the cowboy comfort foods are heavy on avocado, hummus, and varieties of goat cheese. The writer may be getting old and forgetful, he just doesn't remember such items from his younger days.


Jackson, Cache looking north toward Deloney, approx 1950.

To the right of the Cowboy Bar is the Silver Spur. Some years ago the writer took his son into the Silver Spur for lunch. What the son wanted was not on the menu, but the waiter remembered that the item was available at the Cowboy Bar and went next door to get it. That was service above and beyond the call of duty.


Jackson, Cache looking South to Broadway, 1956.

The Silver Spur is now gone and was replaced by the Cadilac. The Cadilac had such items on its menu as Rack of Lamb finished with a raspberry demi glace and wonton wrappers stuffed with goat cheese and spinach. In 2012, the Cadilac was replaced with "The Local." The Local is somewhat pricy, is ala carte and the menu bears some affectations. As of the summer of 2013, the least expensive entree on the dinner menu is an $18.00 hamburger ($5.00 more if adding foi gras) although the bar menu has some items more suitable for a cowboy's wallet.


Jackson, Cache looking South to Broadway, 2003, photo by Geoff Dobson

The Cadilac (later "The Local" is to the right of the Cowboy Bar and to the left of the Museum at the right side of the photo.

Music this page:

A Bar With No Beer
(Very Loosely inspired by a “Pub with No Beer by Dan Sheahan”)
By
Music and Lyrics courtesy of
Horse Creek Cowboy

1. It`s lonesome on the trail with the cattle and all
by the campfire at night, where the coyotes call.
But there`s nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear,
than standing at the rail of a bar with no beer.

2. The barkeep is anxious for booze trucks to come,
Completely filled up with beer, whiskey and rum.
The hookers have gone daffy, cook acts mighty queer,
A dangerous job, keeping a bar with no beer.

3. A cowboy rides up with his dry, raspy throat,
Rides to the cantina, pay check in his coat.
Out from the Laramie Plains, so arid and sere,
Rode the old cowpoke, seeking a bar with some beer.

4. It`s lonesome on the trail with the cattle and all
by the campfire at night, where the coyotes call.
But there`s nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
than standing at the rail of a bar with no beer.

5. The cowboy spoke, his brow all covered with grime,
“A cervesa por favor, sans twist of lime.”
The smile on his face turns so quickly to a sneer,
when the barman says sadly, “The bar with no beer.”

6. In the cantina, a quiet hush filled the night,
The old cowboy spoke, “Pard, did I hear you right?”
And to the crowd he roared, “What is this I should hear?
I rode from Rawlins to here, for a bar with no beer!”

7. It`s lonesome on the trail with the cattle and all
by the campfire at night, where the coyotes call.
But there`s nothing so fearsome, morbid or drear
than standing at the tap of a bar with no beer.

8. The bartender, named Fred, responds with a retort,
“Sorry, Sir. All we have is a two-day old port.”
A shot from a Colt put Fred in his final bier.
Something I’ve grown to dread, is a bar with no beer.

9. The sheriff declared, “Self defense. It is a crime
To serve a cowboy sweet wine after past its prime.”
Not a thing without fail a cowboy oughter fear
After a day on the trail but a bar with no beer.

10. Old Tommy, the smithy, the first time in his life,
has gone home cold sober to his lovin’ wife.
When he got home, she cried: “Yer early darlin’ dear,”
Tom broke down and replied, “’Cause, A bar with no beer.”

11. It`s lonesome on the trail with the cattle and all
by the campfire at night, where the coyotes call.
But there`s nothing so fatal, morbid or drear,
than standing at the tap of a keg with no beer.

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