which we remembered not to touch! An elderly man with a keyboard, who was
incredibly out of place given the atmosphere of the town, provided live music
in the style of a hotel lobby. Once again our meal was 'ish', making us suspect
that the RV park owner, who had enthusiastically recommended the
restaurant, either had an interest in the eatery, or else hated tourists and
would shoot us in the night.
After our main course the waitress enquired if there would be anything
else. Not a remarkable question of course, and we instantly thought 'dessert'.
However, as they had no pudding menu we wondered what she was she
offering! We retired to another restaurant, the Longhorn, to try our luck.
20 minutes later and we had had a very nice Death by Chocolate Cake,
and were regretting our first choice of dining destination. We had also seen
two cops sitting eating doughnuts in the corner and chatting to locals, a very
small-town America image. Also very essential among such a well-armed
population I imagine.
Moving on in the morning we agreed that we had had a very enjoyable time in
Tombstone, but that one day was definitely long enough. If we had extended
our stay we would have probably been forced to own guns and grow facial
hair/dress up as a prostitute (delete according to gender). Everything felt very
'hammed up', but with such straight faces that one could believe that the
inhabitants of the entire town were suffering a group delusion and really
thought they were living in the Wild West. Another reason to move on quickly,
in case the delusion was contagious.