Several years ago I was driving from San Diego into Arizona. Passing through Yuma around dinnertime, drove up and down THE main road looking for something to eat. Nothing but franchise fast food after chain. Was starting to feel that it would be a grim meal…
Slowly, that traveler’s sense kicked in, and I followed the road beyond the neon and beyond the edge of town.
The road curved along, following something large and dark, like a military airport? Further along the road, I noticed quite a few cars parked around something along the left. I turned the car around, and pulling up, I knew this was no chain.
Just walking in was almost surreal, as it wasn’t like anything I had seen anywhere else in Yuma, or even in Southern California for that matter.
We were immediately greeted and seated by a warm couple. Tons of food were place on my table, family style.
There were lots of people enjoying their meals, and I soon discovered why.
There was lots of great and interesting food, steeped in this family’s own culture.
What a find!
I haven’t put many (any?) restaurants on my 43 places list, but this one deserves a mention – and a visit!