You see a train car restaurant and you expect a good old fashioned road food diner.
Not in the case.
I walked in and the first thing I noticed is this real tall nice looking black man was the waiter. Naturally one would expect a short young Hispanic girl waitress.
Next, it was warm in there. They had old two mismatched stuffed in the window air conditioners going full bore and making little headway against the heat from the sun beating down on that tin roof. The bathroom, about the size of what I have in the RV, was even warmer. You didn't linger in there.
When I go to restaurants I usually get a glass of lemonade (no ice please) which is what I ordered here. When it arrived I suspected something. It was a bottle of Mexican soda pop called Jarritos. Think the syrup they pour over ice to make a snow cone, that is what Jarritos is like and I was served their lemon-lime concoction. Ooowee! Sugar high! Ah, but it gets better. I overheard the waiter asking the young lady if she wanted a straw for her pint of Pacifico beer!
But the food was good. One has to really make an effort to make bad Mexican food. Midway through the meal with only the two of us in the diner they turned on the flat screen TV for our entertainment, which normally in a Mexican eatery is a soccer match in Spanish. Not here.
Tom and Jerry cartoons, in English. Yes!
I loved it!