It has actually been a while since we have been to Fredericksburg and the drive is beautiful. I have never once questioned why property prices north of San Antonio exceed those of the communities south (and in our case, west) of SAT. It isn't just that the rolling hills and landscapes are nicer, but frankly, the highway scenery is a much cleaner view. Is it the tax base? Perhaps. Having said all that, a Sunday drive is one thing but having to fight that traffic every day to and from work? No thanks.
If I were a motorcycle guy, I might be tempted to strap Eva on the back of a bike and make the trip more often 'Course, I'd have to wear that t-shirt that says, "If you can read this shirt..."
Hondo's on Main.
John "Hondo" Crouch. I should have taken more pictures, especially of the hallway leading to the restroom, but the place was getting crowded as we were giving our order. Hondo's is sort of a self-service place. You take a menu when you go inside, order from a gal at the bar, then, when you find a seat and your buzzer goes off, you head to the kitchen area to grab your vittles and drinks. They don't make you wash the dishes, though.
I went ahead and ordered a half-order of rings for the table, and frankly, we didn't eat much of them. I'm not a huge fan of the really thin onion rings like this, but aside from that, our burgers were really more than enough. Oh, the dipping sauces were good. I do understand why the burgers don't come with fries or rings as an included side, because they would probably go to waste for most people. If you do like the skinny rings, get an order.