Amy had a crummy week at work, so on days like this we seek “comfort food”. On our way to the Texas Embassy Cantina for a “Southern” Fried Steak (Translation: Chicken Fried Steak), we stopped in a couple of pubs. One of those was over 200 years OLDER than the Alamo (keeping with a Texas theme), but you’ll have to stay tuned to this blog to see my reviews.
I knew better… really I did, but couldn’t resist the urge to order BBQ brisket. One would think that if Texas is in the establishment’s name that they would KNOW to SLICE the brisket, not serve it up in a chunk like a piece of roast. File this under lessons learned.
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