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Tahlequah Del Rancho At the southern edge of Tahlequah lies a restaurant by the name of Del Rancho. On the outside it the building is lit by fluorescence red lights that rap around the whole structure. Near the road a large sign depicting a cartoonish cowboy, holding a hamburger in the air, illuminates the night sky. As you pull in the poorly designed parking lot you notice the chrome like siding with the checked tile. When you first go through the front door you must pass through a side room which contains a bar and several stools for quick orders or for customers waiting for a table. As you enter in to the main room of the restaurant you instantly notice the colorful furnishings. A Large assortment of old Coke and Pepsi advertisement signs littered the walls giving it the feeling of an old style dinner. Directly in front of you , as you enter, sits a large round table that sits six easily, to the right is the kitchen and cash register. On the left of the table the main is the dinning area, which is filled with to sided booths fill with joyful customers. To the rear of the restaurant lies an arch which leads to a good size room that contains six large square tables. In this room the walls are adorned with life size painting of bulls, bull whips, many different styles of old barbed wire and old farm ads. As I take one of the back booths I begin to notice all the different sounds that were around me. As I sit, I hear the many different conversations taking place. One is an elderly couple discussing how there grandson preformed in the football game the day before. Another, is the tapping of keys, from a laptop from across the room, where a shapely dressed man sits and works as he eats his dinner. Then I hear a large burst of laughter from the family in the back room as the father tells another job he heard at work. As I look out the window next to me I hear the wiz of cars, form the highway with the occasional honk of a horn in the distance. Then there is the constant buzz of the waitresses brining orders, refilling drinks and busing the tops of the dirty tables as eager customers wait for a table. This is follow by the clangs and crashes that emanate form the kitchen. But this is all eclipsed by the sound of new customers calling in their orders over the phones that are mounted on each table. As I place my order for one of their most notable choices, the chicken fried steak with mash potatoes and gravy, I begin to notice the wonderful aromas coming from the kitchen. The smell of fried chicken and searing of steak woofing through the entire building, exciting my mind for the meal that is to come. As I sit there I notice the smell of the other patrons food all around my. The sweat smells of honey from the man two booths down eating chicken crispers. Also, the tang of Tabasco sauce burns my nose. The wonderful aroma of toasted bread creeps its way into my nose from the kitchen. But then that