More Queso, Please

Why is it that when I lived in Utah, there were Cafe Rios on practically every corner and I couldn't care less?


But now that I live in California and have fallen in love with the queso and chips, the nearest Cafe Rio is miles and miles away?


Don't get me wrong, I'll make the drive, I just find it funny that I was surrounded by the wonder that is Cafe Rio for so long and only now have I finally learned to appreciate it?