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Heading back from Chiricahua to Tucson, we passed through the tiny town of Willcox. As we crossed the railway tracks, we saw a restaurant in an old dining carriage, and on a whim we stopped. The town had a remote air, and the railway reminded me of ‘Bad day at Black Rock‘.

The restaurant was a fantastic place. There was little on offer for vegetarians, so I just had a starter. This was small town America where portions are vast and grease is good, and long before I’d finished it I was disgustingly full. We watched people coming and going, and I liked the atmosphere of the place. I doubt many foreign visitors come this way, and I liked seeing how people live in small desert towns in the middle of rural Arizona.