A strong appetite, average palate, and weak writing, mixed with outdoor adventure.

A strong appetite, average palate, and weak writing, mixed with outdoor adventure.

Sunday, April 17, 2011


One of the Texans, David, offered me a weekend in Fort Worth, promising me a tour of his favorite restaurants and bars, as well some biking and trail running. When it comes to friends, food, and exercise I am like a moth to the light, so off I flew to Texas.

Stop one: Justin, TX, home of Justin Roper boots. David was convinced that as a man in TX I needed a pair of boots. I was convinced otherwise and immediately clocked a city slicker due to my sandals, t-shirts and inane questions for the staff.

Me - “Why the leather bottom?”

Staff – lengthy exhale, look at other staff member “That is for dancing.”

Not being a line dancer and riding a bike versus a horse, I passed, but David walked out with some great ostrich boots.


I did answer the question as to why Texans hike and ski in jeans. It is the marketing of denim as the prime choice for all outdoor adventure.


From this point forward it was food tour of a ridiculous nature.

Below is a burger from the Love Shack, owned by Tim Love. It is made whole by the addition of quail egg and cheese, oh, and some bacon.


Dinner that evening included Magnolia fries and a custom kitchen sink burger with cheese, cheese sauce,ham, chicken friend bacon(!), onions, mushrooms, a fried egg and chili.


Below is a fish bowl sized margarita spiced with serrano peppers. The touch of heat brightens the drinks, but also makes it disappear with alarming speed.


Other meals featured tenderloin for breakfast, samples at Central Market, esoteric beers at the Ginger Man and ribs that fell of the bone at Angelos. I would wilt in the heat and humidity of Fort Worth were I to live there, which is only made more true by the fact that I would be Clydesdale due to the food I would consume.

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