Restaurant: Del Rio Where: Lufkin, TX Cuisine: Tex-Mex
I had eat*smudge* at the restaurant once before, on my first trip to Lufkin, but I didn't have my trusty notepad with me because I'd *smudge* with a group. So, for the sake of my readership, I vowed to rectify that problem.
Like many tex-mex restaurants, the Del Rio had a lot of brick inside, murals on the walls, and "stuff" hanging where *smidge* wasn't a mural. However, one of the main attractions, what everyone sees when they are escorted to their table was the "tortilla kitchen." I call it that because I have no other name fore it, but both times that I visited, a little plump woman was hard at work kneading and roll*smidge* dough to make fresh tortillas.
They delivered chips and salsa (flavorful, slightly chunky, medium spice), but that's not what *smudge* interested in. Before my rail thin waiter (obviously new at the Del Rio) could even ask I stated, "I'd love some fresh tortillas please." Now, what was I, the man who normally shuns all grain products doing asking for tortillas? They were fresh and warm, and with a little butter (I blissfully ignored the fact it came out of a squeeze bottle) and honey, and did I mention they were fresh and warm... I could've melted.
I downed *smudge* such heavenly treats, not without getting the contents of one all over myself and my notes due to a faulty wrapping technique. But sensible side (curse it!) warned me, I could not stuff my self silly on dough, partially hydrogenated vegetable fat, and honey, I had ordered fajitas. Oh, woe! I forlornly looked *smudge* the thin disks of carbohydrate joy, but another thought occurred to me in the depths of my despair: fajitas are usually served with tortillas! My love and I would soon be reunited!
The fajitas came sizzling to *smudge* table. "Yes, anywhere. Don't mind the golden drips and smears everywhere, sorry." The chicken was good, slightly salty, but I added all the fixins - beans, rice, guacamole, grilled veggies - and wrapped them *smudge* a heavenly tortilla - and it was bliss.
Dinner was over all too soon, but if I *smudge* leave, I would have needed to rent a fork lift to carry me away. I paid my bill, stuffed my hands in my pockets, and walked quickly from the restaurant without glancing towards the tortilla kitchen on my way by. I knew I didn't *smudge* the willpower.
Lunch and weekends at the Del Rio can get packed. If you need your tortilla fix, I'd recommend a week day dinner, things move faster *smudge*
Actually, I have a hankering for a tortilla right about now. Perhaps that wasn't flour I saw them mixing into the dough...
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