This restaurant, alongside a small creek on a wooded highway in the northwest corner of Massachusetts, is the last place you’d expect to find a plate of sizzling fajitas or tasty enchiladas, but that’s exactly what we found while spending some time in the quaint village of Williamstown. This cantina is just a tad outside the town center, and boasts remarkably authentic Mexican offerings, the likes of which I have been hard pressed to get my hands on since I lived south of the 35th parallel.

We started with chips and salsa (of course), I had a Tequila (Don Julio Añejo—straight up) and my wife had a mango Daiquirí. I ordered Fajitas Coyotes, which, surprisingly, didn’t make a loud entrance into the dining room. Instead, a can of Sterno was lit ablaze to keep the cast iron plate piping hot. Four small cups of the fixings (rice, beans, guacamole and sour cream) adorned the odd, elevated apparatus on which the meal was presented.

The Fajitas were delicious, and my wife reported that she enjoyed her Enchiladas Rojas (with vegetables). All in all, I’d say we were rewarded with the experience of having discovered Mexican food of this caliber in such an unlikely location.