But I hadn’t come to Shooters to meet Boebert. Her story was a stunted one: long gun, short bookshelf. I was here for the atmosphere. Dinner was a bust. They were winding down when I arrived after eight, and the only waitress remaining was an older Latinx woman who spoke limited English, which was surprising, since Boebert’s views on immigration and English were exactly what you’d imagine. She didn’t even carry a gun.
