The sun had set 'bout a half hour before, and when he walked into the dinner the smell of food was overwellming. The drive out hand been real nice. And it was one of those evenings in the desert that feels like a blanket on the soul. The red and orange rock giving it's warmth back to the setting sun, and a quiet that seems to drown out the very noise of existence. He had been born here, in this country. And even though he had been away for so long...it was still home.
He took a seat at the bar, and pulled the menu from its perch in the menu holder next to the obligtory cactus shaped salt and pepper shakers. The fare was typical...but he wasn't here for the food, and the purusal of the menu was really just a force of habit. He was here for other reasons all together