Running from Texas

I seriously had to stop following a blog because the writer claimed her love for…. The Texas Roadhouse. I just can’t tolerate that.

Actually, I had a recent almost meal at the cow cruelty restaurant. I had the recent choice of getting to choose where to eat for my birthday dinner. Of course I had no idea what I wanted to eat and because I tend to feel guilty all the time I didn’t want to choose the expensive local restaurant I really wanted to eat at. Mike and I drove around for awhile trying to decide where to eat. Steak sounded good so we made the leap into the Texas Roadhouse.

We leapt out after waiting for 5 minutes. It felt soooo wrong. Not only did I question the nutritional value of the cow I might put into my mouth, but also the people around me who clearly did not have thoughts about the cow. This was not the company I wanted to keep on my birthday.

As we were sitting waiting two obnoxious boys came running down to the peanut (really we need peanuts before our 2000 calorie meals?) bin and started throwing them on the ground. We left promptly after.

The lesson? We love ourselves too much…and we are total snobs…in a very good way.