Giant oak trees, a cool old cistern (surrounded, on our visit, by a tangle of yellow squash vines), and free-ranging chickens greet you at the entrance to this local favorite. Inside, the original wood floors, white beadboard ceiling, and stone fireplace are vestiges of the old house this once was, now nestled among fast-food joints and gas stations. It’s a hospitable, cheerful, and very popular place, serving up the kinds of breakfasts and lunches that keep you satisfied for hours. We prepped for an afternoon of floating on the Blanco River with coffee and mimosas (served as they should be, in giant balloon wine glasses), an omelet stuffed with tomatoes and mushrooms and spinach, and chicken and waffles, the chicken perfectly fried in an almost tempura-like batter.