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The name of this place
is lame. Sorry to be blunt, but it's just plain embarrassing telling
people to meet you at the Cowgirl Hall of Fame. I oscillated between
feeling like a redneck and a sissy for going to this joint, but that
was before I actually found the place. Luckily I didn't have to ask
anybody for directions on the way there (I tend to get lost easily
south of the numbered streets), and found my way easily to the crowded
bar filled with a bunch of folks that looked just like me. After throwing
down my messenger bag down next to the pile of other work bags, I
ordered a couple of beers and tried not to be annoyed by the asshole
smokers and cellphone chicks. Once our large group was seated, we
were immediately assaulted by our amazingly flamboyant server. Hey,
at the least the guy seemed excited to be there! The menu was kind
of an amalgamation of southwestern/southern/white trash junk, including
the chili, which I ordered, and some nachos and a Frito pie, whatever
that is. It turns out this is one of those places where a large, drunken
group can yell to each other across the table and not raise any eyebrows.
Overall it was a fun experience, and the food was alright. Yeah, it
wasn't a culinary dream, but what do you expect from a place with
a name this retarded? [MF]
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