Mama Juanita’s didn’t look like much, but Roane soon found it didn’t need to. The restaurant had clearly begun life as a home, probably built around 1900. Much of the original structure still remained, although the kitchen now filled what had once been several rooms, most of the expanded area visible from the one-time parlor where he and Alden found a table. There weren’t many empty places, which he took as a good sign. Most of the customers looked to be locals, too.
“What do you recommend?”
Alden replied with his frequent one-shoulder shrug. “It’s all good. What do you like?”
“Pork and green chili, relleños, sour cream enchiladas…”
Smiling, Alden nodded. “Okay. You can’t go wrong with any of those here, but I’d say the pork and green chili wins my vote.”
They both ended up ordering t
