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Houston unchowhound trip from hell

BigLizard | Feb 11, 2002 12:27 AM


I must be honest, I hate Houston for entirely irrational reasons that I cannot explain. I must have a subconscious determination to be miserable while I'm there.

My plane arrived at 12:40 on Wednesday night. Picking up the rental car I was armed with only the address of my hotel. I'd never been to our office in Houston so I didn't really know where I was going. Luckily my car was equipped with a GPS system (Hertz never lost). I entered the address and followed directions... "keep to the left in 3.5 miles." Since I didn't know where I was, where I was going and it was already after 1, I decided to wait until I found the hotel before looking for food. By the time I arrived it was after 2. I asked the clerk where I could eat and he suggested the jack in the box on the corner. Fast food is risky at best but at this point I was starving. I had only tried Jack in the box once before but the memory is gruesome. I drove aimlessly until I found an alternative. Whataburger. I pulled in and hoped for the best. Over the intercom I asked for a fish sandwich. I couldn't find it on the menu but remember ordering them when I was in High School. "That promotion doesn't start until next month." Evidently the what-a-catch has been discontinued at some point in the last 10 years. I settled for the whataburger meal. The taste was familiar to my high school days and I was still burping it when I was rudely awakened by the clock radio.

I skipped breakfast altogether. The office coffee was pretty good but I my stomach was a wreck by the time lunch rolled around. We went to Cafe Express (uptown location). I choose the sandwich soup and salad combo. I enjoyed eating it but these upscale deli's always give me the runs. I don't know why, maybe it's the oily sandwiches.

At around 6 I was too exhausted to continue working so I went back to the hotel for a nap. I lived in Galveston in the early '90's so I though it would be fun to drive down and check out the mardi gras scene. Unfortunately there was nothing happening on Thursday night. When I was a student at TAMUG Thursday was bar hopping night but there didn't seem to be any students around. I had a beer at Mollie's Pub on post office st. It has been cleaned up since I was there last in keeping with the general gentrification of the old downtown area. I used to live in a second story warehouse on Post Office which appears to have been turned into yuppy condos. I guess that's the trend everywhere these days. Oh well...

Back to Houston for some more sleep. I was running on beer and hot tamales. I should have eaten in Galveston but I was keeping with the self destructive theme. It was again after 1 and I was unable to face another Whataburger. Jack In The Box it is. 2 tacos for 99 cents, but boy where they awful.

I woke up late and didn't have time to cruise the hotel lobby for continental breakfast. Back to the office for copious amounts of coffee. Lunch at the in building cafeteria. I had the baked potato and salad special. Mediocre but very cheap and filling.

My final Houston meal at the "El Paseo Cafe" in Terminal A. How huevos con chorizo can be made so tasteless I'll never know but at least they serve beer.

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