At Buckhorn Lake RV Resort, Kerrville, Texas…
This RV park may be one of our favorites when it comes to finding nice places to, well, just hang out; we haven't exactly set the world on fire for the last couple of days. Always eager to try new restaurants, we chose the Hill Country Cafe downtown for lunch. We each had a hamburger and fries, and we thought it was one of the better burgers served to us open-faced, you know--one bun with the meat on it and the other lying upside down nearby with the veggies on it. I had to give them demerits for this, as open-faced burgers are another pet peeve of mine. Since we had already specified the burger makings when we ordered, was it too much to ask for the cook to put it together? I don't think so. Otherwise, we think we would come back to this joint, as the special of the day was King Ranch chicken (a favorite), and they had homemade pies and cinnamon rolls. A cafe that does this is worth a second visit. The cafe has been around since 1942, and it is clearly a classic local diner where everyone knows everybody, and the waitresses call you 'hon.'
Late in the afternoon, Ed and Marilyn came by our site, and we sat around outside swapping stories and eating snacks. Then they retired to their coach, and Sandy and I went into town to try a Korean barbecue place we had heard about. Reaching the location, we found the restaurant closed, a faux pas that usually is reserved for Ed. I hope it isn't contagious.
Then we decided to try a Mexican restaurant, El Sombrero de Jalisco, which we found to be underwhelming for dinner fare. In fact, we had officially dubbed it T. A. G. L. (an informal rating just between us that says, Take A Good Look, because we won't be back).
Imagine our surprise the next morning when Ed and Marilyn scooped us up to take us to breakfast at--you guessed it, El Sombrero de Jalisco. Perhaps sensing my somewhat tepid reaction, Ed offered an alternative, but we insisted on giving it another try, since their breakfast experience at El Sombrero had been a good one. I'm glad we did, because the breakfast was great--juevos rancheros, migas, fresh tortillas, and a killer salsa that I couldn't put down. I have since withdrawn the dreaded T. A. G. L.
In the afternoon, we met Ed and Marilyn at the clubhouse to be instructed in a domino game new to us--Chicken Foot or Chicken Tracks, or something like that. We picked it up pretty quickly, and I had soon far outdistanced the others in my winnings. (We play with no more than $3 in change.) About this time, Ed decided that we had not been following the rules and abruptly changed them, proclaiming that he was honor-bound to correct this for the sake of truth, justice and the American way. (I thought to myself that a few rounds of therapy might be in order to help with this Superman complex.) Sandy and I went along with Ed, but we remarked at the time that a rule change in the middle of the game probably did not bode well for us. Sure enough, from that point forward, we lost steadily to Ed and Marilyn, who gleefully raked in the coins from our rapidly dwindling supply. Adding insult to injury, they were unmoved when I told them they were taking money that I had planned to set aside for our grandkids' college fund. I don't think they believed me.
We had lots of laughs, of course, and that's what makes for good times with good friends.