Almost like the once ubiquitous Chinese-Canadian family restaurants that seemed to be a staple of small town Ontario, it seemed the one constant I could count on, was being able to find an independent latino family owned and operated Tex-Mex restaurant within a reasonable drive of wherever I was. This spot wasn't anything out of the ordinary, which means that it was still pretty damn delicious. The places always seemed busy, and the clientele was almost always racially mixed. The duality and dissonance between the reality I'd see in these places each day, and the narrative on the news (often playing above the bar) was never lost on me.