The Taste of Texas
My dad and I loved going to the Taste of Texas for breakfast on sunday mornings. The place was smokey, small, empty, and quaint. Usually the only other people in the restaurant were a small group of what I can assume to be various friends and family of the owners. It was a very white-trash establishment with a white-trash staff. Along with the vast collection of license plates, the little building was decorated with NASCAR memorabilia and trucker pictures. Our waitress would wear a cap with the Confederate flag on it, and she was missing some of her teeth.
It was nearing Christmas a few years back and they were holding a competition. You had to guess how many jelly beans were in a jar. First prize was a free steak dinner. The second place winner would get a light-up Christmas village. My dad guessed exactly two over and two under the value and won both prizes. I didn't get anywhere near the correct answer, despite my enthusiastic confidence in my guess, but he had won and I was pretty excited about it. So we went to claim his prize. The steak was meager, and upon biting into it he tasted a strange flavor. "Does this taste rotten to you?" I tasted it - it tasted like it had indeed turned. With little reaction from him my dad just finished up the meal. I enjoyed mine, and we still set up that village every Christmas.
I miss the Taste of Texas, it's friendly staff, and it's homely atmosphere.
It was nearing Christmas a few years back and they were holding a competition. You had to guess how many jelly beans were in a jar. First prize was a free steak dinner. The second place winner would get a light-up Christmas village. My dad guessed exactly two over and two under the value and won both prizes. I didn't get anywhere near the correct answer, despite my enthusiastic confidence in my guess, but he had won and I was pretty excited about it. So we went to claim his prize. The steak was meager, and upon biting into it he tasted a strange flavor. "Does this taste rotten to you?" I tasted it - it tasted like it had indeed turned. With little reaction from him my dad just finished up the meal. I enjoyed mine, and we still set up that village every Christmas.
I miss the Taste of Texas, it's friendly staff, and it's homely atmosphere.