So, off we went to the stockyards. We found the Love Shack. We went in…and quickly realized there was no freakin’ roof…and just a couple of fires in the middle of the eating area by which to keep warm. I quickly called calf rope – “This is NOT going to work for me.” It was very cold, like in the low 40’s, and I’ve been sick. My cohorts quickly agreed the time was ripe to leave – so, off we went to the next “best burger in the Metroplex” at Dutch's Hamburgers, in the TCU district.
Little do you know that in the very recent past, I’ve become a Pappas Burger fan. Pappas serves an amazing burger, people. But I’m a-tellin’ you, folks, Dutch’s beats Pappas all to heck. I could not believe it. Dutch’s hamburger buns were absolutely delightful. Onion rings, old fashioned, piled high in the basket (yup, basket.) French fries, made from scratch. It was great.
We sure enjoyed visiting with our friends – and when we were leaving (as usual, one of the last groups to leave the joint), I catch a glimpse of a guy putting on his jacket*, and crack up. And of course, we have to get him to pose for us. (Thanks, PamO, for having your trusty camera ready!)
So, here’s MLH, goofing around for the camera.
Here, MLH coaxes the Enzyte smile out of the jacket guy. (Somehow, the jacket guy's smile looks more sincere than MLH's, don't ya think?) Michael O’s comment to MLH concerning the entire episode?
“You’re standing next to Viagra and all you can get up is your thumb?”
Such are the days of my life.
*Gwynne- BTW, girl - I get the NASCAR/jacket connection. No explanation necessary.;)