I spent over 40 years on the road chasing oil all over the US, Canada and Mexico. My favorite places to eat were always the little Mom and Pop places. They served a meal like they were serving it to their family. Most of this time was spent in West Texas where Mexican Food is King and those little Mexican places never let me down. In many there was no menu you just ate what Mama made that day and she kept the fresh hot tortillas coming. I do at least 3 hunts a year on the ranch for Veteran’s and I always take them over to Momma Galvan’s for either lunch or supper, She has 6 tables in her place and they’re always full. When I have my Vet’s in she always reserves a table for me, she lost her first son in the first Gulf war and treats my Vets like King’s as they should be. It’s been a tradition that before we eat we take a moment to honor the son she lost whose picture hangs proudly on the wall, she cry’s every time. One by one we stop and face the picture and render a proper salute.