El Papalote Taco & Grill
http://www.elpapalote.com/

OK, it's not necessarily a small-town mom & pop restaurant, but it IS the first one in the United States. That makes it unique to San Antonio and thus (loosely) meets my prerequisites to be included on this blog.

Now that I have used my circuitous logic (WTF is that?) to justify this review, let's talk about windmills.

This is right in front of the restaurant. Yes, Virginia, it's a windmill. Cool! Makes it easy to spot from the highway (or the access road, if you didn't miss the exit...)



They immediately brought some awesomely spiced chips and a variety of sauces (and some little limes, too. How quaint.) Unfortunately, two of the three sauces were green. I don't do green. Ugh. Wife says they were spicy. Too bad. I like spicy, but not green. Who the hell would make food green, anyway? Isn't that Mr. Yuck's color? And brocolli? Gross.

The red sauce was excellent, and the pico in the 4th bowl was great too. Unfortunately, I had to share the pico. What a rip.

Below is the sandwich I ordered. It came with fries. About fries - normally just a quickly-forgotten side dish, they don't often get much attention. However, I am a french fry nut. If my fries come cold or lukewarm, there will be blood. Oh yes there will be blood.

These fries were piping hot (btw, how does one "pipe" hot?) and awesome. This was a good thing. There was no blood.

I forget what the sandwich was called, but I know what it tasted like. AWESOME! Fajita steak, some random kind of cheese (I don't know...swiss?), and onion rings. Killer. I tried to be frugal and just eat half of it and save the other half for later, but...

My wife had a different sandwich, but it looked outwardly the same (different innards). Not gonna waste your time with a pic. If you'd like to know what her sandwich looked like, gaze lovingly upon the picture of my sandwich above. Remember? I said they looked the same...

She said her sandwich was awesome, also.

Great service. I like that. In fact, we had 4 different people hit up our table on separate occasions when they saw we were in need of something. I REALLY like that.

We got out of there for less than twenty bucks for the two of us.

Go eat there before they become an Evil Corporate Beast. Your tummy will thank you (and your love handles might enjoy it too)

Artificial food is expensive. Nothing makes a steak as efficiently as a cow