When I first stepped through the doors of the covered wagon-adorned building that houses Westerkamps Steakhouse and Meat Market, which I review in this week's Westword, I thought I was on the way to a quiet breakfast special of pork chops and eggs. What I found, though, was a kitschy dining room, where everything from sports paraphernalia to multiple photos of John Wayne to proclamations of love for the Lord had a place on the walls. And in the midst of all of that, I had some great meals -- and some downright heavenly green chile.
Here's a side of photos to go with the review. To see more of Westerkamps, check out our slide show: Thank Heaven for Westerkamps.