This makes me so sad I could cry. Dan and I had our first date at the Guadalajara Cafe in Clovis in May of 2002. The story I'm linking to is written by my former newspaper, and it's a sad story to tell. Not only does Guadalajara have some of the best enchiladas known to man, they also have exceptionally short doors, a fact that six-foot-six Dan failed to notice while he was trying to hold the door for me while looking sideways and talking to me at the same time. He should have ducked, but instead, he smacked his head on the door frame. It looked like it hurt, but it was kind of funny, so we laughed, and that took away that weird, awkward feeling you have on a first date, and it was pretty much gone from then on. I never felt awkward around Dan again. We went back to my little apartment and sat on the porch and talked until 1 a.m. or so, and less than a year later, we got married. I had fond fantasies of taking my grandchildrend to the Guadalajara to show them the place where their future got started over plates of fabulous food. Now the restaurant is closing. I suppose it's the inevitable fate of small businesses in small towns that are coming to look more and more like everywhere else, but it's a shame. It's probably no consolation to the owners, but we'll remember it fondly.