Posted in I used to be fat, Restaurant Reviews on July 22, 2009

Things I learned in Texas:

1. Texan men are lovely. At El Tiempo, home of the best Mexican to ever pass these lips, three men said hello to me before I even reached the bar. During the past month in DC, the only pleasantries I have received from strangers is “Hey Mami” and “Look at that ass, White Girl”. What can I say; I skew ethnic.

2. There are steer in the middle of the city. We saw one outside of The Armadillo Palace. Cindarella tells me this is not a normal occurrence, that it was rented for a party. Ya know what I say? I want to live in a place where thousand pound livestock is rented. All I got my last party was a monster hangover. Thanks for conforming to my stereotypes, Houston. It makes the world easier for me. (By the way, loved Armadillo Palace; there was an art deco armadillo outside and $3 Shiners inside. This is all I want in life.)

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3. Apparently gun control is an issue at Taco Cabana. The tortillas were pretty freaking tasty. I have turned to violence for lesser reasons.

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4. Bread is a vegetable. Repeat after me, BREAD IS A VEGETABLE.

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5. That the pie at House of Pies really is the shit. Sure, you may have to take your sweet treat home because you are suffering from a brutal hangover due to the combination of margaritas, prosecco and beer you consumed the night before, but it is worth it. It was the best banana cream pie I have ever had and Cindarella’s key lime was transformative. As a bonus, it doesn’t even matter the pie is in a Styrofoam container. It is Texas. They are far too cool to worry about matters such as the environment.

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Things I learned in Texas: I could totally live there.