We were leaving Silver City Nevada in late afternoon on our way back to Carson City when we happened to pass through a smallish town called Dayton that was important during the gold rush days of the 1890's. After the Comstock gold rush faded, Dayton ceased to be important, slowly diminished to semi ghost town status, and then slept for about 100 years until it more recently woke up and and seems to have become an interesting place for people to live with a recent significant increase in population, a newish brew pub and has what turned out to be an amazing Mexican Restaurant called Compadres. I probably wouldn't have remembered it or payed much attention to the town or our experiences there, which were like 100 other places, were it were not for the wonderfully renovated old house that is Compadres and the amazingly photogenic meal I had, but mostly it was the meal. I say this because more likely than not, Mexican food, no matter how good it is, is hard for me to photograph. It usually comes out as an amorphous red and/or greenish blob with some rice and shreds of lettuce on the side or somewhere that meld together into a frequently delicious, but unphotographical mess. The people at Compadres worked magic, creating this plate of food surrounding my chile relleno that looked as good as it tasted!!!
Main Street in Dayton gives you some idea of the state of things. If it wan't for the cars, you could easily imagine a couple of "bad hombres" walking' down the street looking' for trouble. But those days are over and now, it's funny how a really good meal can immortalize a place in your memory. If I knew at the time that this meal would lead to a posting, I would have shot more. Oh well...
Pablo
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