We had driven by many times. At last we fulfilled our destiny. We pulled over by the sign that says, "Honk if you love Elvis!" As we walked into the Elvis Rocks the Canyon Cafe a trucker honked his horn.
The E.R., as it is known to the nearby residents of Boston Bar, boasts the biggest collection of Elvis crap I have ever seen. From wine coolers to condoms, if the likeness of Elvis can be imprinted on it, it is here in the E.R. It is like swimming in the creamy middle of an Elvis wet dream.
The food is great but they do not have beer. So pack your flask and get yourself up to the Elvis Rocks the Canyon Cafe.
I was never a big fan of Elvis until he got all bloated and fucked up on booze and pills. That is the Elvis I love. I love you Elvis, you big fat motherfucker.