Maudie’s Too, Tex-Mex Heaven

“Maudie’s Too, Tex-Mex Heaven.” So says the sign, and I’m very inclined to agree. I wandered in at the tail of of the lunch rush, saw a few suits shift upwards and drift out the door, and I placed my cell phone on the table top. I was wearing a European NFL shirt, the Scottish Claymores. Yeah, how’s that for a football team? I looked up at the cheerful server, as she greeted me, and I asked what the most filling thing on the menu was. “Ever try the ‘straight plate’? Three beef enchiladas covered with sauce, and topped with two eggs over easy.” Sounded like a winner. And it was. There was the thinnest smattering of diced white onions underneath the eggs. “Oh, you’re in Redneck Heaven now,” suggested my Scottish buddy. Took me a while to get all around it, but I managed to pack it all away. There’s a soporific quality to a meal like this, and I was dazed by the time I got home. I kept meaning to swing by Sandy’s for frozen custard or, at the very least, Amy’s for ice cream, but the rest of the afternoon disappeared in a fog.