When in Texas, eat like a Texan

And oh, man, I tried. I did. But there was so much food! I couldn't eat it all and drink margaritas like a fish -- something had to give, and you bitches know it wasn't the margaritas. (I'd show you a picture of the 'ritas, but for some reason all the photos were out of focus...)

My food tour of Texas included but was not limited to: The amazing barbeque at your right, from Iron Works. It was the cutest little joint, and sweet baby Jesus, it was good. But no way in hell did I finish that plate. I managed to eat all of the sausage, most of the brisket, and about three bites of the ribs before I had to unbutton my pants and beg for mercy. (The potato salad was also good, but I just used that like a sorbet to cleanse my palate in between meat courses.) I also enjoyed Ztejas and their fine enchiladas (and margaritas). And I had super yummy flautas (and margaritas) at some place in San Antonio that I can't remember the name of. (Yeah, yeah, okay, so don't ask me to take you on a tour of Texas, okay? But the name of that freaky store is Cabela's, and yes, I had to ask my friend. Bite me.)