If you long to be a cowboy or have an affinity for anything Porter Rockwell — the notorious bodyguard of Joseph Smith and Brigham Young, early prophets of the LDS Church — you’ll feel right at home at a rough and rugged frontier restaurant that pays homage to the gunslinger.

From the instant we walked through the saloon doors into Lehi’s Porter’s Place restaurant, heard the honky-tonk piano music playing, caught site of the furs on the walls and pulled our wooden bench up to the table, we were in cowboy heaven.

The restaurant sported a bar complete with tractor-seat stools and the requisite statue and portraits of the Destroying Angel himself.

And it just got better when we took a look at the frontier-style leather menu, which featured a slew of sandwich and burger options (including Rockwell’s namesake, the Destroying Angel — a, get this, 1-pound hamburger), home-style sides (like delicious scones and honey butter), both light and hearty dinner choices, mixed drinks and ice cream concoctions.

Famous for its steaks, Porter’s Place offers a handful of choices for sizes and cuts of beef.

The 10 oz. Top Sirloin was perfectly cooked and both incredibly large and incredibly tender, but we thought it definitely needed the dousing we gave it in A1 steak sauce.

The Marinated Mesquite Chicken featured the smoothest mesquite flavor we had ever tasted. We were glad there was no extra sauce to overpower the subtle yet flavor-packed taste.

The dinners came with bread, an option for soup or a trip to the salad bar, baked beans and a choice between fries, a baked potato and frontier-style potatoes (which are basically potato wedges) — all of which translates to a whole lot of heavy food.

An option for some of the main dishes were featured on the light menu with smaller portions and fewer sides. None of us took that option, but it was still nice to know it was there.

We were less pleased with the two sandwiches we ordered. The Apostles Choice featured two breaded chicken tenders (that kept falling out of the roll), a slice of deli-style ham (that was awkwardly twice the size of the roll), a paltry amount of lettuce and melted Swiss cheese on a sourdough roll. It all tasted good, but it was such a chore to eat.

We also ordered a sandwich called the Orson Hyde, expecting to be served a pretty basic bacon, lettuce and tomato creation. When a French dip sandwich was delivered to our table, we weren’t too surprised, as the name of that sandwich was the Orson Pratt. Packed with a thick layer of roast beef, the sandwich still needed the dipping sauce to combat its dryness.

Porter’s Place is also known for its mixed drinks, which are all topped off with at least a cup of real whipped cream and feature mysterious theme names, like Rattlesnake Venom and Wild Delirium, and vague descriptions like “a vulture’s worst enemy.” You’ll have to drink that one at your own risk because who knows what’s in it. We give two thumbs up to both of the drinks we tried, the One-Eyed Jack and Gold Fever.

Overall, our visit to Porter’s Place was like a welcome visit to the Old West. The portions were heavy and hearty, the service was friendly and we were still left wondering just what exactly makes up the Skull Valley Soda.