Big Texan

Dinner at the Big Texan was a "tourist" experience to be remembered. We all gathered at the KOA for our free Limo ride to the restaurant. Please note pic with Limo Bull Horns and real Texas drivers. "Drivers" is what they call 'em in Texas cause they got no cattle "chauffeurs". After arrival we, of course, had to take a few pics of us at the hooves of the big bull, etc. Inside was one room after the other of gifts, stuffed heads, fudge of all kinds and finally a place to eat. We were seated at long tables with cowhide cloths (fake) and began our experience. In the middle of the room was an elevated deck so we could gaze upon those fools who attempted to eat the 72oz steak, shrimp, salad and baked potato (gotta eat it all to win). Two adversaries took their seat and commenced to eat, and eat, and eat, and, oh you know. One fellow was kinda a nondescript skinny one who you figured would fail right off. The other. . . well that was a different story Big Daddy! A huge black guy sporting a tee shirt that said "I Love it When You Call Me Big Daddy." Whoa, this guy just might take the prize, they had 1 hr to do it and you could see the big timer counting down the minutes.

We all ordered our steak and took pictures of the local color. The "Sons of the Pioneers" serenaded us with such oldies as "The Yellow Rose of Texas". They looked liked the last living vets in the US. I did include a picture of the Texan Beer, a yard tall drink. The table behind us was a couple with like 10 kids, half of 'em were black and the other half white. Mamma was pregnant. The only ones drinking the beer were mom and dad. Guess they needed to chill out.

By the time we finished dinner, bought some fudge, and pulled up in front of the KOA, I was ready for bed and Fox was ready to walk. That's how it usually goes with us. Fox got his walk then I turned in for the night.

Oh, Big Daddy didn't make it and neither did Skinny Fellow. Both had to pay $82 for their 72oz failure.