All dang week I’ve been sittin’ here thinkin’, typin’ and writin’ in my best Texas drawl. This comes natural for me, of course, because I’m from around these parts. Dallas ain’t a cowpoke kind a town, though, so I’m outta practice. But I sure as sweat can’t wait for the new Stampede 66 feed bag to open up. It’s manned by the likes of one Chef Stephan Pyles, and that cowboy sure knows his shit. So, y’all best be readin’ my post about it on this here City of Ate website, y’hear?
Now y’all come on back.
I’d like to take this here space to offer up a moment of silence for our dear old friend Big Tex. He was so full up of the love and adoration of fried food fans everywhere that he done gone up in flames, spontaneous combustin’-style. I’m sure we haven’t heard the last of our big cowboy; he’ll surely be back next year, in his freshly pressed size 400 XXXXL pants sayin’ “HOWDY FOLKS” just like the good ol’ days. Never you mind.