Carson's Bluestem Grill is a suffering store at the heart of a struggling town. It is the place where everyone winds up, sooner or later. When the men dismantling a house are desperate for coffee and pie, they make their way to Carson's. When the runaway can't take another cold meal eaten out of its own wrapper at the Plunk 'n' Bunk, Carson's is just a quick stumble away. Meth-heads and farmers, tool-wielding carpenters and the wandering refuse that blew off a passing train--we all need something, and for most of us, it can be found at Carson's. Every Nebraskan knows a place like Carson's Bluestem Grill, the taste of black coffee and griddle-grilled steak, autumn folly and dream, summer scream along the highway meeting swaying strangers out and back. Winter in the museum and spring spent driving nails to the distant whistle of one last steam horse. We all make our way to Carson's, and we hope it will make its way back to us.