One of the reasons that I love Austin is that it is home to all of the most liberal Texans, which means we have boys that dress like girls, AND lots of rednecks.
In my quest last week to begin my search for the perfect burger, one of my mama friends recommended the smokey goat burger (goat cheese, not goat meat) at Red’s Porch. We went there on Sunday. The burger was heavenly. I devoured the entire thing. I won’t bug you with another picture of a delectable hamburger. But I couldn’t resist taking a picture of the fried pickles that I asked for on the side.
Additionally, I found to be hilarious that on their kid’s menu, the drinks include juices, natural sodas, and additionally, Big Red. They can’t help it. It’s the redneck influence. I happen to love Big Red and have many fond memories drinking it as a kid, even though my mother would not be pleased to hear that I snuck it as often as possible.
|Big Red on the kid’s menu.|
As we were driving home, I caught a glimpse of a guy who I’ve seen around town. He seems to be a bit of a Leslie wanna-be. Leslie is Austin’s resident homeless trannie. This guy, to be honest, looks way more mentally ill than Leslie, yet, I think his taste is much better than Leslie’s. He’s always got his heels and lipstick on.
|Not the greatest shot in the world. He’s wearing a tiara.|
And finally, my one and only PSA for the year. Make sure your kid wears a bike helmet when riding on cement dolphins. You never know when those fuckers will buck.
|I did not buy that ghetto ass T-shirt. I’ll give you one guess as to who put it on her.|