In the middle of nowhere in particular, or more particularly, the southeast corner of Utah, just above the Navajo Nation reservation border. Not pictured is the surprisingly modern Texaco gas station.

Not one of them fabulous signs by any means, but it'll do the trick.	On the other side of the small bridge, a hotel built into the bluff -- and poorly pictured, I'm afraid.	The motel, RV park and restaurant, which is offering...
... the swingin' steaks. Woo-hoo!	Why is it named Mexican Hat? Look to the rocks.