Like a lot of my favorite restaurants Justine's exists in an old, broken down part of town where it's a roll of the dice as to whether your stereo will still be in the dash of the Econoline after your meal.
Over near the burned down Tejano bar, down the road from the brewery and around the corner from the brothel, Justine's sits; the kind of humble, delicious cafe that every city should rightly have.




