There was fire in the area, roads were closed, I was lost and low on gas, 100 degree weather. I saw the sign and parked. There is no food at Paul's Cafe. But, there is plenty of good cold mexican beer, loud banda music, and a well used pool table. I looked around and saw that I was the only gringo in the place. The men wore straw western hats, big silver buckles, and the women were buxom with lots of warpaint. I speak Spanish and this is what saved me. After a bit of banter the handsome lady behind the bar, she began to smile. A good sign. i asked for directions, they tried to help me out. I played a game of pool, had another Modelo Especial and finally called my wife. I am a senior and do not hear so good especially with the loud music. My wife told me to stay where I was and the family would come get me, the problem was, outside of "Pauls bar" I didnt know where I was. But...I was having a good time. I finally got to my destination in Pico Rivera. I can not give it five stars for cuisine but I had a wonderful time. read more