Coming into Dallas

Coming into Dallas, after having been away for a while is always a little difficult. The rude shock has gotten much worse, especially this time, the person I was traveling with insisted she was hungry, so I made beeline for a sleazy little hamburger joint in a shady part of town. Friday night, they had volunteer valet parking. Now that’s sort of sets the tone, a cheesy little hamburger place where the best thing on the menu is the artery clogging cheese fries (covered with cheese, chives, bacon crumbs, and jalapenoes — and grease, lots of grease), when a dump like this has a “may I park your car sir?” dude out front.