The place is called Chaparral. The ice cream is home-made, the baked goods contain the finest ingredients, and sandwiches and soups on the impressive menu leave hardly any room for the desserts you have to taste to believe.
As if that weren't enough, there's great service, positive and energetic attitude, fair prices, and, generally, a cowboy crooner on stage, singing his old, lonesome, trail-hardened heart out.
You can't see it in the picture, but patrons stop and put tips in the cowboy's jar on their way out the door. The measure of success, of course, is whether customers keep coming back. We've been in town for five days, and in Chaparral three times! Yummm.
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