This franchise does cowboy and injun kitsch at its finest. Beautiful squaws and amateur ranch-hands in ten-gallon hats swagger about the cattle wrangling decor, serving pseudo-Mexican and American chow to customers inside stagecoachs. It's all in good fun, with outrageous ambiance and a hysterical English menu (featuring dishes like 'Steak a la Blunt Arrow in Bison's Rump') making up for the inevitable kraut and pickles in your burrito.