House of Pie
Last weekend I was in Houston with some friends for a bachelor party. And in Houston there is a diner called House of Pies. And it's open 24 hours. Oh, and they're logo?
It's a little house with the pi symbol in it.
That's all the reason I need to go. It's a pretty open-and-shut case, really. I mean, how could you not go to the House of Pies?
Well, there were two reasons:
1. It was a bachelor party, and apparently going to the House of Pie is just not something you do at those kinds of parties.
2. I kept on pronouncing it "House of Pah," and there's only so much of that that a group of horny guys who want to see titties can take.
But on the last day, before we all left Houston, I convinced them to go. And it was awesome. The pecan pie was the best, followed by the Pecan cheesecake, and the apple. I had the Strawberry and Rhubarb pie, which sounds exciting, but mostly just tastes like strawberries.
But still, the House of Pies more than lived up to it's name. I plan on stopping by the next time I'm in Houston...whenever that is.
It's a little house with the pi symbol in it.
That's all the reason I need to go. It's a pretty open-and-shut case, really. I mean, how could you not go to the House of Pies?
Well, there were two reasons:
1. It was a bachelor party, and apparently going to the House of Pie is just not something you do at those kinds of parties.
2. I kept on pronouncing it "House of Pah," and there's only so much of that that a group of horny guys who want to see titties can take.
But on the last day, before we all left Houston, I convinced them to go. And it was awesome. The pecan pie was the best, followed by the Pecan cheesecake, and the apple. I had the Strawberry and Rhubarb pie, which sounds exciting, but mostly just tastes like strawberries.
But still, the House of Pies more than lived up to it's name. I plan on stopping by the next time I'm in Houston...whenever that is.