Hmmm . . . 
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After “extraordinary” took on a uniformly positive meaning, but before “thirsty” became synonymous with “desperate for attention.”
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Well, yeah.That’s my mother tongue. It’d be pretty awful if I weren’t fluent 
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I’m very grateful for all the HO’s who are interested in trying to solve this mystery. 
More importantly, after years and years of participating on food message boards, I finally seem to have created a Frankenthread, and I feel my life has not been in vain, after all. Thanks to all. Keep it up, please.
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I saw where several of the vendors were food trucks and included lamb kabobs. Turns out San Angelo is sheep and lamb raising country!
Re: actual small town eats. In the 60s, while finishing up undergrad and starting grad in Austin, we made several trips north on I-35, maybe an hour north, to a small roadside cafe - truck stop for Italian food. The story was that the chef, originally from Italy, had worked in Boston, NYC and Las Vegas but retired to this wide spot in the road in Texas to be near his daughter and his grand kids. The daughter ran the front room while behind a curtain that looked like a printed sheet from a child’s bed, he churned out some of his specialties for rich folks who flew down from DFW or up from Houston. It’s still some of the most memorable Italian (not red sauce staples) I’ve ever had.
So the formula for ‘good food’ in a small town would seem to be: pick a location with a private landing strip near by; get the word out in the rich enclaves of the big cities; serve cheeseburgers in the front room.
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Altoonans might dig it; but that makes me wanna puke. Uff. I dig the scrapple thing. This is sickening. Do they have no dairies there? Damn that looks nasty.
Fluent Spanish and English, conversational Italian/French, used to be semi fluent Polish; but haven’t used it in decades.
