Gas Station Food

So this last weekend, we took my mother-in-law car shopping.  We took a few side trips.  One of those trips was to our favorite gas station restaurants.  Yes, I said gas station.  You would be amazed at some of the wonderful food you can find in little dives in the middle of nowhere.  I say that now, but my husband has a track record.

When my husband first took me to this place, I thought we were getting gas.  When he parked on the side of the gas station I thought, hmm he must want something to drink.  When he said "Are you coming?", I thought, OK... whats going on.  I got out of the truck and the most wonderful smell hit my nose. 
I was scared.  The second to the last time my husband took me to a "dive" to eat, I refused to eat anything except the Jello off the buffet and still got food poisoning. 

Ignoring my gut reaction to march right back to the truck and park my hiney with a bag of Funyuns and a Diet Coke, I allowed my nose to lead me.  This place - no, this dirty little gas station half way between two very small towns, had all the makings of a visit to the ER.  Everything cooking on electric skillets on a counter and a few things in a deep fryer.  OK I thought, I will just get something deep fried.  The hot oil will kill nasty little beast wanting to lodge itself in my intestine. We ordered.  I got sopes and a taco. Hubs got a burrito.  I stared down at my food, swallowed hard, looked at my husband and defiantly took a bite.  All the while hoping he was getting my "That's right, when I am up in the middle of the night buddy, your going to be right there with me!" look.

I was dead wrong.  It was by far the best Mexican food I have ever had in my life.  The sopes danced in my mouth and made me joyful to be alive.  OK...that's a little over the top, but I did actually hear myself tell hubs, "I was wrong, this is great!" (knowing he would never ever let me forget how right he was).

But I digress.  In all the hustle and bustle of car shopping, we stopped in to get a tostada (our new favorite) and tacos and to share the wonders of this little gem of a station, who to this day doesn't seem as dingy as it first did.  I have included a picture of my plate.  Ignore the bite, I was so anxious to shovel food into my face I forgot to snap a pic before diving in.