Wife is out of town with my daughter, son is at Grand Lake with friends, and the dogs and I are holding down the homestead. Cheese enchiladas were calling for me but I didn’t want to cook a batch by myself. Y Mas is seven hour drive, praying that Chili Parlor stays in business, and the golden memory of Dart Bowl is fleeting. It’s been a while since I hit El Rancho Grande on 11th Street in Tulsa (open since 1953) as last time was a little off. With that said, they were on point tonight with the finest plate of old school Texas Mex cheese enchiladas I’ve had since eating in a bowling alley on Grover Ave.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Night Hawk plate (I inquired if name had anything to do with Nighthawk in Austin and waiter had no idea). Onions were inside the tortillas but next time I’m requesting more on top.