Since we've been to Texas we've stayed in 6 hotels. One of them was in a teeeny town called Colorado City. Population 1,000. Our hotel was actually very nice, one of our favorites (as we are quickly becoming hotel connoisseurs). One day after Nick got off work we left to go out to dinner. I had already done a mini tour of the city while he was gone, which meant driving down the one road that was the entire town and had a curves and a pizza hut on it. I was a bit skeptical of what we could find, and he said if we didn't find anything, we'd drive the 25 miles to the closest city. So we drove around and found this little restaurant that said "Best Mexican food south of the river" It looked like a house and I was so confused, but we decided to try it...
I really thought that when we walked in it would be someone's house and we'd eat in their dining room. Haha, to my surprise (and relief, not that eating in a dining room of a West Texan wouldn't be delightful) it was a cute little restaurant! MUCH more than we expected in this tiny town.
The service and food were actually very good, lesson learned: don't judge a restaurant by it's appearance, and the guy standing on the porch.
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