There’s something unmistakably Texan about a restaurant that proclaims the word EATS in red neon right over the front door—cuts right to the chase. Po Po also proudly displays a memorable collection of two thousand-plus souvenir plates all over its walls. But this welcoming Hill Country stalwart, in a stone edifice off I-10 outside San Antonio, proffers more than roadside kitsch. Any establishment that has been dishing up chicken dinners since the Depression has surely nailed down the formula.
By Parabellum @ 2010-06-18 16:04:49