Flan

Took D to lunch, since I was called off today. I'd been craving flan, and the Rio Grande Cafe has my ideal flan. It also has a huge papier mache sculpture of a woman in a taco. Don't think too hard about that. The restaurant serves up southwest/diner food. Burritos and tacos and all the fusion versions of US/Mexican comfort foods. Been there forever. And when the state once thought to close them to use the old train station for other uses, the state employees got in such a rage, they backed down and left it as it was.


Yes, and a suspended train track, with train. When we took Moira and C, and their daughter Plum there, the waitress made sure the train was on and in view of our youngest friend. Plum was properly entranced.



The flan is not the richest, but we like it best. Red Iguana has a much richer, sweeter version, and it's very good. But when we want flan, we want a very mild flavor, a light texture, we want it from Rio Grande Cafe.



Then we play Xeno's paradox, until one of us gives in and takes the last bit.

It's not great food, but it's good, reliable, and easy, and the staff are great, and they have a jukebox untouched by the years and a revolving art exhibit. A diner in the old sense, and we don't go there for haute cuisine. Cheap and reliable, one of very few in this area.