There are days when your body flat-out betrays you. When the scratch in your throat turns into a low-grade fever, when your sinuses are clogging faster than Bridger Canyon on a powder day, and when you realize with horror that it’s not even “real” cold and flu season yet.

Cold season hasn’t even RSVP’d and my immune system already folded. For these moments, Belgrade has a quiet kind of salvation: Bone Broth Noodles.

Bone Broth isn’t the kind of place you stumble into by accident. Tucked away in an unassuming strip mall, it’s easy to underestimate until you walk inside and catch a whiff of simmering stock — rich, earthy, deeply comforting. YOM. On a day when you’re feeling like death warmed over, it’s the closest thing to medicine a restaurant can provide. Forget neon-green sports drinks

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