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Fill It Up Please – with Mild Sauce

Posted by amy on April 2nd, 2009 — Posted in Mayor's Decree

So I did something the other day I would never think of doing. I had dinner at a gas station. Well, I guess technically it wasn’t a gas station. It was actually a gas station/convenient store that had been converted into a Mexican restaurant.

Yep, now that sounds worse than when I just said I ate at a gas station.

There were no gas pumps, no air hose/tire gauge, no counter of heat lamps scorching down onto countless rows of fried fancies (a requisite for any filling station in Arkansas) or rows of overpriced, packaged snacks situated next to the always-needed combo of perfume, band-aids, and batteries. Despite the absence of these fine features we knew the truth. You could see it by looking at the glass door wall coolers filled with bottled beverages, the unnecessarily high register countertop and the covered parking outside where I can only presume gas pumps once spewed forth sweet, sweet fossil fuels.

I probably wouldn’t have chose this place on my own. But after receiving a personal recommendation and returning from a hike to Hawksbill Crag absolutely famished (who knew walking could drum up such an appetite?) the man and I decided to give it a shot.

Good food. Not your typical Tex-Mex that we Gringos like to cal “Mexican” but more of what I would imagine is authentic Mexican. I can’t tell really tell you what we ordered because the menu was in Spanish. Maybe this is what makes us think the food was authentic. Anyway, my Spanish is limited to “no hablo espanol” at which point I immediately revert back to English, the language everyone should know because it is what we Americans speak and everyone should do what we do.

I do know that my entree had chicken in it – tasted like chicken anyway. And it was a burrito – looked like a burrito anyway. And I think I had a taco because there was beef and a little bit of veggies on a tortilla which I folded over and ate. Anything with fillings, folded over and eaten is a taco. Unless, of course, it’s a sandwich. Maybe I had a Mexican sandwich, not a taco.

I can’t remember the name of the place because, that to was in Spanish and me no hablo espanol. And because I’m not familiar with Springdale I can’t really explain where this place is (this blog is getting more and more helpful, isn’t it?).

Was it on the main drag? Maybe, I don’t know what the main drag in Springdale is and I don’t remember what street we were on. I do know that it was on a corner and there was a grocery stores across the street.

There, that should narrow it down. Go check it out. You might be pleasantly surprised.

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