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Good choice. Our favorite place to stay in SA.

Much like any cocktail served in a certain glass is a “martini”, you do acknowledge that stores and restaurants take random cuts of meat, soak them in some shit, and sell them as “fajitas”, right? I don’t condone this sort of behavior. I just drink a beer and cook the shit over fire. And they are delicious.

It’s clean enough to eat out of, just in case you wanted to know.

Sounds like a damn good plan to me.

I disagree. For the past 20 years, I have been cooking HCF Beef and HEB Chicken Fajitas (with my own bit of tinkering) to rave results.

Man Claims He Found Black Sims Chained Up In Basement While Playing On His Ex's Computer (msn.com)

My standard text response is, "Go fuck your mother." The ones that actually reply back are pretty funny.

Username’s farts totally check out here.

I don't know why I have to be the one to do these things: "Your Mom's house."

I had the best wings in the area…mine. On my couch.

Has anyone said, “On top of your Mom” yet? Because, if not, then….. On top of your Mom!

Damn...that seems like it will work nicely. Thanks for the agenda!

Very helpful. Very timely. Thanks so much.

Cheeky bastard. Knew exactly what it was gonna be but looked it up anyway. csb time: I did once have drinks in the Cockpit downtown. A couple of South Texas contractors were telling me how they found this friendly aviation-themed bar right down from the convention center. I'm guessing the rainbow-painted door did not register at all. I never had the heart to tell them.

Might as well necro-bump this because it has been a while. Haven’t seen my best friend in 2 years. He‘s flying into Austin 5/12 for 3 nights of random fuckery. I’m already gonna be in town on 5/10 for the Pain Of Salvation show and will just stay in town and make a vacation out of it. We have a friend’s condo somewhere around 4th & San Jac (if I remember correctly) that we’ve used before. We’re both 51. No budgetary constraints (no paycheck pics). He looks like the dude that Best Buy sends to fix your desktop (he tucks in his tshirts for fuckssake). I look like a middle-aged rocker (tats, black attire, etc.). We enjoy swilling upscale Beers, sipping Bourbon and banging whores (why not all 3 at once?). I’m the foodie, he’s pretty basic. So…other than the Surly-approved trifecta of: 1) pegging each other, 2) hosting bum fights, and 3) snorting the Cascade pods in the cabinet, what are the don’t-miss places for a couple of middle-aged drunks looking for that perfect mix of debauchery and relaxation? A burger at Casino El Camino seems obligatory. Probably catch a set at The Continental Club. Maybe a res at Midnight Cowboy. I’m also thinking La Barbecue for a lunch. Possibly some afternoon stupid shit like shooting pool and catching up. Maybe help some naked college girls pay their tuition in a fine, recommended establishment that allows that sort of thing. He’s obsessed with Voodoo Doughnut, so I’m gonna need a solid coffee rec if I gotta put up with that shit. Places I’ve scouted online (thanks to other threads): Fixe for Saturday Brunch, Seven Grand, Dumont’s Down Low. With a few exceptions, I’m planning on boots-on-the-ground terrorizing downtown, but a short Uber won’t irk me. I ain‘t driving no more once we’re there. Fuck that. Is Rainey Street still a thing? We used to go to Banger’s on previous trips and (I think) Clive across from that. Good times… But…enough about me. What say YOU, Surly?

What the...?

I guess I'm subscribing here. Just found out I'll probably be spending some random weeks there this year. Might as well immerse in the local "culture" and various debaucherous options.

Used to have a favorite Chinese place on Nacogdoches called China Ho. We laughed like idiots every time we went, but loved our little China Ho all the same…..

I remember a Wok-A-Mole on Thousand Oaks heading toward Naco-Perrin. And another on Nacogdoches just another few block north. The buffets at those crossover joints were insane. I remember plates of General Tso’s Chicken with a couple of Beef Enchiladas, with some wok-seared Octopus, and a couple of Egg Rolls to dip in Guacamole. And several beers. Tecate, Tsing Tao, whatever. The indigestion was legendary in those days.

Was a good Valentine weekend start here. Marc Broussard was amazing tonight at Dosey Doe in The Woodlands. Had tix for my wife (no pics) right at the stage. Poor guy even took a tumble and landed on his ass. I bet he’ll remember that one for a while.

That kid annoyed the piss out of me.

Fucking username definitely fucking checks out here, goddammit.

Wassup with her hair lately? Ick.

What more do you need in life?