Texas. Big ol' Texas. Where meat is served three meals a day and sometime four.
The place where we went last night was pretty tasty; nice rack o' ribs, some steak fries, and a nice frosty pint of barbeque sauce to wash it down with. There was a man sitting at a table next to ours, trying to 'eat lite,' so he ordered buffalo wings. Chicken is better for you, yaknow, he said to his dining companion; as he wiped his fingers on the wet-naps. The hazy lighting of the restaurant made the hot sauce on his fingers look like he had just performed open-heart surgury. Given the diet, I suppose that's not a stretch.
I like steak as much as the next guy, buy after 6 meals, I think I need a salad. Or pehaps a serving of I Can't Beleive It's Yogurt, "Beef-n-Bacon bits" flavor, only avail at DFW airport.
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Howdy Pardner! I'm glad I'm not the only one that found it strange that the "English Pub" in Dallas pretty much only served BBQ. North Carolina BBQ is where it's at anyway, but that's maybe something I'll dive into on my blog one of these days.......
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