After sitting around a block from city hall for two hours awaiting the police (who, incidentally, never showed up), hitting up Wal-mart to get bungee cords, strapping the bumper to the roof, and exchanging insurance information with Ms. Michael Swervin', we finally reached the promised land.
The chosen restaurant went by the name Country Barn Steakhouse, and quite literally, it looked like a barn. The exterior was a bright red, and there were large barn doors on several sides, which I initially thought we would have to use for an entrance. It was classic Texan: gigantic, unsightly and conspicuous.
The interior wasn't quite as flashy, but had its equal number of Texan touches. Unlike the exterior, I was able to capture a couple shots inside, which I will allow to speak for themselves.
As for the food, the steaks (a New York strip and a porterhouse) were reasonably priced and were quite satisfying. Will described them as being "40 dollar steaks in New York." They were generously seasoned, tender and choice cuts of meat.
After a trying day, the food offered a slight sense of redemption.
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| Bathroom sink. |
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| The hall leading to the bathrooms. |
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| Decent Texas lager. |
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| My New York strip steak. |
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| Will's porterhouse. |
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