054. That Meat. I Wanna See You Chop It!

This past weekend, I flew out to Houston, Texas to visit my eldest brother and co-writer of the Gentlemen. First, let me say that the food out there is beyond compare. Seriously, if any place deserves the term "food boner," it's Texas. In fact, I could talk about Kolaches for days, but that would be mean since some of you may never taste of those glorious wonders!

Aside from the food, everything else is friggin' perfect, from the landscape to the people. That's right, the stereotypes about Texas are B.S. Mostly everyone I met was well mannered and always had a smile on their face. Hell, they even have this amazing wild animal park with llamas, zebras, camels and a bunch of other bad-ass animals that you could feed.

The only downside to this whole affair was the weather. if it says 98 degrees, it feels more like it's 106. I felt like I was swimming in a warm pool but with no water. It was odd, but I was barely outside so whatever.

In short, Houston, Texas is fantastic and all of the over-used sayings about it now only come off as sad and ignorant. Seriously though, Kolaches!!!

About the title: While getting a refill on my watermelon drink (nectar of gods) at Papas BBQ, I witnessed something of great hilarity. Some gentleman with a thick Texas drawl was demanding that he see his brisket cut up in front of him. Not only that, but he demanded that a certain employee perform the task to his liking and if his needs were not met, he would not purchase the food. That scene brought me great joy, so just thought I'd share it.