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My father-in-law was from Falfurrias, Texas and his mother was Mexican. He retired years ago to live on a lake in the area around Belton, Texas. 15 or 20 years ago he took me to a restaurant that was literally in the middle of nowhere. It was in an old stone house, one room if I recall correctly, and I think it had dirt floors. It was about the size of a bedroom.
I can’t remember what I had to eat, I’m sure it was whatever they were making that day and there probably wasn’t a choice, and I wish I remembered where it was.
He had simple tastes and was happy with anything, including Tex Mex. He did want refried beans included for breakfast, every day. As a result, his wife and kids got to where they couldn’t stand to even look at refried beans.
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