Big Sky Bread

For its bread and granola alone, Big Sky should receive 5 stars. Everything is made on site with great attention to quality. If you were to pick up a loaf of their «Three Seed,» «Wyoming Sour Dough,» «Honey Oat,» «English Muffin,» or «Dark Pumpkin» and drop it on any one of the lesser organic or locally made breads, they would scream, «OWWWW, that bread just kicked my MOTHERfIN ass.» The weight, texture, and taste of Big Sky’s breads are simply unparalleled. And the granola, well, it’s simply out of this world. Like crack, some might say. It’s organic, crunchy and chewy at the same time. When I delivered it in and around DC, the stuff sold out in all the fancy organic markets in less than a day. Although I love the product, I hate the business.
Inside Big Sky café, you wait an average of 10 – 15 minutes to be acknowledged by someone at the counter to buy great bread and granola. A team of high school drop outs are employed at minimum wage to bag the bread behind the scenes too. It’s funny how companies that masquerade as health-​conscious subjugate their workers to substandard environments. Although things may have changed since I worked and dined at Big Sky, I know that at one point the vans that delivered the bread into DC were both uninspected and uninsured. Scary. I remember driving into downtown DC with no gas gauge and praying that the 10 or so bucks the owner had given me to fill the tank at the beginning of the day would last me ’til I got back to the shop.
Word to the wise: Check out the bread, but don’t work for the bread company.