Jose's Cafe
In the fall of September 2001, my dad and I, along with six of my friends and their dads, traveled south to a little city in South Texas named Cotulla. As an annual tradition, we go to Cotulla, partly to male bond, but mainly to hunt white-winged doves. Cotulla is known to hunters as one of the greatest places to hunt doves. This city is also known for harvesting of the largest watermelons in the state. In this southern town, there is a restaurant that isn't well known to outsiders, but to the locals, Jose's Cafe is a hidden treasure, and it is one of my new favorite places to eat. After a long afternoon of hunting in the cactus and mesquite covered landscape, my stomach begins to growl like a caged tiger. The boiling Texas sun adds to the feeling of hunger and fatigue. I am drained and starving for food. My dad tells us of the great restaurant he knows about, and I soon become as energized as a dog's wagging tail. As we travel down an endless, dust covered road, I notice a sign on the left with bullet holes pierced through it. The sign indicates the restaurant is just a two more miles up the road. We finally arrive at our destination, and the first thing I see is a rusty antique gas pump, which looks l
My friends and I come to a conclusion that this restaurant used to be an old gas station. My plate consists of two cheese enchiladas, a tamale, rice, beans, and a guacamole salad. Sitting in my wobbly chair I saw that all the walls were decorated with bull fighting posters and deer mounts. I had one, I ask him to play "La Bamba. The man finishes the song and receives an applause from us and others eating at Jose's. The drinks have an extra kick of tequila, which is quit an eye opener. It is the best enchiladas I have ever eaten. The sky is a bright orange, which favors the orange floor tile in the restaurant. iked it has found its final resting place. The roof was made of tin and apparently looked original on the building. The food is unlike any other Mexican food I have ever eaten before. I saw that a man across the room was removing tortillas from a boiling hot pan of cooking oil, then sprinkling cinnamon and sugar on it.
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