Texas is another country...

Texas is another country...I have driven into Texas from all four directions and can affirm that after crossing that imaginary state line you just know you are in Texas . The world becomes wide open space, the sky feels higher, you can stretch out and rest a spell.

Sunday, July 7, 2013


Post by Alana Cash

The only time I remember eating out with my family as a kid was in roadside diners for breakfast whenever we drove from one base to another because my dad had been transferred (lunches were picnics of bologna sandwiches and supper was cooked at the motel).  I remember one very fine breakfast where the waitress called me “honey” and let me pick which little box of cereal I wanted.  The waitress poured the cereal into a thick porcelain bowl and covered it with half and half.  Fresh squeezed orange juice – the only way you could get it in those days – came with it.  My dad ordered fried eggs that came with plate of bacon as thick as a half dollar.  And, of course, there was a plate of biscuits on the table. 

You can still get that kind of down-home breakfast at Maxine’s on Main Street in downtown Bastrop.  The food at Maxine’s is prepared fresh with every order and the waitresses are sincerely friendly.  I was called “honey” when I ordered a full breakfast with biscuits.  Was it good?  You bet. It was a Saturday morning, and there was a musician singing for tips.  And there by the cashier stand were a couple of bushel baskets of fresh corn from a local farm for sale to take home.   They get a lot of their produce locally and last time I was there, they had homemade jam.

To get to downtown Bastrop, you have to turn off highway 71 onto old Bastrop Highway and cross over the Colorado River on a steel frame bridge.  And once you do, you’re in another time.  The buildings on Main Street are late 19th and early 20th century structures with tall wood-framed windows, high tin ceilings, and covered porches.  Parking is at an angle and free.

Bastrop is the kind of town that could be used in a movie to represent Small Town USA.  The neighborhoods around downtown are filled with Victorian and craftsman houses and sidewalks shaded by tall elm and oak trees.  You expect to see a kid go by on a bicycle throwing papers chased by a dog named Spot. 

All of this is what contributes to the enjoyment of sitting in Maxine’s drinking a fresh cup of coffee and slathering jam on a biscuit.

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