[GH85Carrera]

One of my co-workers who was born and raised in San Antonio wanted to take a couple of the guys at work to a "real Mexican food" place in the middle of the Mexican part of town. He had to order for us, and translate the menu. No one there spoke English. I declined to order the brains or any of the organ meats.

It was um, very different from the typical Tex-Mex food I was used to. I did not want to go back.

Back in the mid 1970s I took a road trip in my 914. I spent the night at a hotel in downtown Houston. I asked the chick at the front counter if there was a good place to eat nearby that I could walk to. My car was parked in a "good" spot, and I did not want to to lose the spot if I drove to go eat. She said there was a great Mexican food place across the street, and down on block.

I was the only white dude in there, once again, I was not impressed. Very authentic Mexican food, not the Tex-Mex I like. It was OK, but I never dreamed about going back as I have with other great meals in other cities. That same trip also took me to New Orleans, there I had some Cajun food that to quote Jerry Clower, was so good it makes ya wanna slap yer momma for never cooking something that good.