Truck driver from out of state; waiting for repairs to my trailer. I'd mentioned to the mechanic I was going to the Mexican restaurant I'd seen while driving thru town. He stops me and says, "No, you don't want to go there. Go here. It looks like a little dive painted yellow, but the food's great."
After almost twenty years on the road I've learned to trust a recommendation like this.
I ordered the chicken burrito supreme and it was fantastic! No frills, just great food and friendly people.
If I were stupid rich I'd fly here just for lunch. Guess it's a good thing I'm intelligently middle class then, huh?