Look out if you're hungry right now. There are going to be chilaquiles in a minute. Consider yourself forewarned.

Mouse and Boyfriend stayed at a very cute B&B in very un-cute Nogales, Arizona. It had what can only be described as the greenest effing grass I have ever seen, anywhere. This photo is not enhanced in any way--it actually is that color. It looks like my tiny niece colored the yard with her brightest green crayon. The house itself, Fridas Inn, was built in 1921. It's a mansion full of old stuff. No doilies, although there was some seriously weird elevator music that played in the living room most of the time. But the B&B has the perfect balance of comfort and absence of irritating-and-nosy-matronly-innkeeper-type person. The woman gave us the key and then we literally never saw her again. It was grand.

For lunch, we went across the line to La Roca, which, as the name implies, is built into a rock face in Nogales, Sonora. It's way touristy and must have been the classiest thing ever in, say, 1961. The waiters wear white socks with their black suit uniforms. The menus are giant easels which they set up by your table and then take away. It's pretty cute. Which is to say nothing of the food, which is making me hungry again right now just thinking about it...Boyfriend had enmoladas [enchiladas in mole, above] and Mouse had chilaquiles [below]. Mmmmmm.

We have very few functional arteries left, but it was worth it.