The parking lot of The State Line is in Texas and the restaurant is located in New Mexico so the restaurant is aptly named. This is the court-yard of the restaurant, a nice place to eat outside.The decor of the restaurant was full of Western memorabilia including Western art, mounted deer antlers and Texas Longhorns, livestock trophies, framed enlarged antique postcards, and vintage advertising.   We arrived around 6:30 and it took a little over an hour to be seated. We sat in the bar area and had some drinks while we waited. Once we were seated, we placed our orders. We had some of their homemade bread, wheat and white, while we waited for our food. The bread was served with European style whipped butter blend, whipped honey spread, and the tiniest cube of real butter labeled dairy Wisconsin.

Steve was not feeling well, thought it might be from our Mexican dinner Thursday night. He had been having some digestive problems since Monday and it was now Saturday night. However, now he was not able to keep anything down and was having chills and fever. With all of this going on he ordered water and tried to hold his head up.

Usually Rick is smiling, not sure why he wasn’t here. Maybe because it was getting late and the guys had to drive 30 minutes to the hotel to be in place for the 26.2 miles they were walking on Sunday.  This is the menu for The State Line, lots of choices.