Every slice of Texas life shown to us by Vince and Christine is a little bit juicier and more unbelievable than the one before. Today it was lunch at Babe's, a restaurant in a dusty one-street town a few miles from Fort Worth. The menu is fairly simple: fried chicken or chicken fried steak, and all-you-can-eat accompaniments of mashed potato, creamed corn, and cream gravy (gravy, mixed with cream).
I went for the chicken fried steak. In essence, this is a slice of beef that has been beaten into flat submission and then fried in the same way you would if it was chicken. The result is a plate filling piece of battered deep fried goodness, which is very appealing to the English palate. Washed down with (refillable) pink lemonade, I could feel my arteries clogging as I sat there. Mmmmmm.
Life on the frontier.
We had to wait 40 minutes for a table. And this is the waiting room.
Claire looks forward to some steak and chicken...if only she were on solids.
Inside.
He's not on the menu.
Plucking the chicken.
And here's a quarter of a piece of steak!
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
