Tonight we ate dinner at the Sirloin Stockade, true story. If you know me in real life, this is rather shocking. When I'm in Austin, I demand only the best sushi and steaks, I am a big time foodie. When I'm in south Texas, I'm just happy if I don't throw it back up 10 minutes later, or roll around all night with indigestion. I wish that was an exaggeration but it's not.
I told Darryl about it and his response was, "yeah we didn't like it last time we went there, did we?" We? Who is this we? I haven't been to one of these places since the 80s. Werid.