Some people relax by going to spas or laying on beaches sipping Mai Tais. I go to El Paso because I like being surrounded by optimism, community, and really good food. Not the fancy manufactured kind, but the genuine kind.
I’ve been to El Paso many times before so when I exited the Greyhound from San Antonio, said goodbye to my new friends, I knew where to go, and what I wanted to do.
I marched straight across the street to the Jockey Bar, downed a few Negro Modelos, chatted about the Cowboys with the regulars, including Maria, who retired after thirty years as a hair dresser, then took another bus to a strip mall off of 1-10 to get a bucket of beer and a plate of Camarones Al Ajillo at Señor Fish.