Saturday morning, Col attempted to go and see AT&T about my phone (we needed to act fast, a Las without a phone, is not a pretty sight!) however, the customer service at the AT&T place was completely abysmal. He came home in FOUL form. They did not treat him well at all, we’ve both agreed we’ll go back to T-Mobile when our contract is up!
We spent a few hours that afternoon trying to find me a phone. Ebay, Amazon, Col was doing lots of research, we finally came good on the SLB classifieds (an internal site where employees sell items that they are trying to get rid of, most of them want a quick sale as they are being transferred out of Houston quickly) and found an iPhone that had been put up the night before, it was going relatively cheap, it was local (as local as you can get in Houston).
Before we went on a merry voyage in to town to pick it up, we hit-up Texas Roadhouse. For those of you who haven’t ever tried Texas Roadhouse – shame on you! Until pretty recently, our go-to steakhouse has been Outback, but, after a slew of bad experiences, bad food and bad service, we decided to convert (and why we hadn’t before, don’t ask me!)
Texas Roadhouse is a delicious, it’s cheap and it’s ”quirky”. You go in and start the ”Roadhouse” experience with some salted (in the shell) peanuts, you chuck the peanut shells all over the floor (the mentality being that they clean the boots of the cowboys) and you sit down to a basket of fresh, hot honey-glazed bread rolls that come with some cinnamon-butter (which, coincidentally Amber and Col LOVE).
You can have a starter/appetizer if you’d like, though the main course/entree is so big you probably won’t need it – their baby blossom isn’t quite as good as Outbacks, but it’s a worthy alternative.
Their main courses, well, I imagine they’re all pretty tasty, but every single time I go, I have the same thing. I figure, why mess with a good thing, eh? I order the single pork chop, (it’s big enough on it’s own so I always decline the double) it comes with peppercorn sauce and two sides, normally a baked potato (everything on the side) and a house salad.
The food is cheap, the staff are quick with service, they’re friendly, bubbly and, if it’s your birthday, they bring over a saddle, make you sit on it and sing a song at you, before giving you a free dessert! This place ROCKS!
After we picked up my ‘new’ phone, we went to Memorial City Mall for a dander, (Amber had a gift voucher for Hollister) we had an hour to waste before our next ‘event’. It was the first time we’d been to that shopping centre, it’s not a great mall, I didn’t really enjoy it, I can’t pinpoint the reason, but it won’t be jumping to the top of my ‘favourite places to shop’ list any time soon.
We finished the night off with a trip to one of our favourite things to do here in Houston, Comedy Sportz. I know I’ve talked about it on my blog before, but a lot of people either don’t understand it, or aren’t really interested in it until they go and see it, and then they more often than not, like it.
It’s two teams of improvisers in a battle for laughs and points, based on suggestions from the audience, it’s about an hour long and, it’s hilarious!
En route home, we stopped to get ice cream. Cold Stone holds a special place in my heart, not because they serve yummy ice cream, but cause it was the first American ice cream place that Amber took me to when I came to visit her for the first time.
Pick a flavour of ice cream (which sounds like an easy task, but it’s not), add a mix-in (or two…or three) and watch the ice cream dude mix it all up together (on a cold-stone), when he’s done, he picks it up, dumps it in a cup and hands it to you with a spoon. It’s divine!
What a great day!! I LURVE me some Cold Stone…perfect ending to a perfect outing. The peanut shell thing started WAY back before cowboy (vaquero) boots were widespread here. The shells helped absorb spit (tobacco) and vomit (drunkards) in saloons where peanuts were grown (south)…like sawdust was used in the 13 colonies and ‘across the pond’. So, the moral of the story is that the next time you go back to the Roadhouse and IF you happen to get wasted, feel free to hurl all over their shells! Yay! Thats why they’re there!
LOL!!!! I had no idea it was for any of that, but now I know that peanuts absorb vomit, I might make my friend Magz cover her floor in them cause her baby throws up all the time! LOL!!