Tyler Barabas, Laura Cheek and Ian Latimer wrote a song about their excitement about returning to Texas so they can have Whataburger. They had been in California where one can find In-n-Out, which while it is a good burger, it isn't a Whataburger.
This past weekend I made a trip back to Texas.
Leaving Monterey, California involved a short hop on a short plane to San Francisco.
The pilot said the inbound flight to MRY saw whales in the Monterey bay, but while I was seated by the window, I did not see any.
Now flying out of MRY is usually not to save time, but convenience. I had a 2 hour layover at SFO before my next flight. Factor in the 20 minute flight and the hour before boarding, a the time spent flying from Monterey to San Francisco is longer than if one just drove. But the convenience of not fighting traffic on 101 through San Jose was nice.
While in San Francisco, I thought I'd get some lunch. Outside security I saw a Subway, but thought I could do better. I cleared security and found numerous restaurants that wanted $20 for the privilege of enjoying their cuisine. My taste buds aren't that picky.
So I found a Greek restaurant. Seemed legit.
Now babynames.com says that the name Max comes from Latin, not Greek. That might have been a good first clue.
I ordered the lamb gyro and sat down. Here is the beauty of that gyro.
Did I win? Well the lamb was OK, i wasn't hungry after I ate, and I didn't pay $20.
Next was the hop from SFO to DFW.
The plane was slightly bigger than the one from Monterey.
When I got to my seat, 15C, there was a gentleman already seated in it. Assuming he was really in 15D and just hoping no one was going to sit in C, the aisle seat, I asked "Are you in 15D?" He said that he was. I put my bag in the overhead and then thought I should encourage him to get into his own seat so I could sit down. I said "Do you just not want to sit in D?" He said that he didn't realize he was in the wrong seat, apologized, and moved over. I was trying to be polite, but I'm pretty sure I came off as being a jerk. My bad.
Onward to DFW.
Landing in DFW, my brother picked me up. First meal in Texas? Need one ask?
Two late night sausage, egg, and cheese taquitos and a coffee. Now I know I'm home.
The weekend went well. I was visiting my brother and his family. I had not met my nephew yet, so it was good to see him. Though he is 6 months old, he is bigger than Jonas who is almost 18 months.
My niece loves coloring, so I picked up a coloring book from SFO. We spent the weekend coloring it, as well as using side walk chalk outside. If you color with a child, you have made a friend for life.
A good game one might want to play is to determine if the drawing is made by me or a 4 year old.
The Fort Worth Museum of Science and History had a Curious George exhibit. My niece wanted to go, and who wouldn't want to meet Curious George?
Now being in Texas, one must eat BBQ. I lived in Georgia for almost 4 years and grew sick of their so-called BBQ. They chop up pork and call that BBQ. It is an insult to BBQ everyone.
I went to a place called Smokey's BBQ in Fort Worth on East Lancaster.
It is in an abandoned Dairy Queen and has a fire truck out front. This place is legit, and not in a Max's Greek kind of way.
I might not be as big of a BBQ aficionado as this self proclaimed BBQ snob, but I did enjoy the BBQ. I found the brisket quite tender, the jalapeno sausage tasty, the sauce had good flavor, but the portions were small.
Monday morning found me visiting with my niece's preschool class. It was veteran's day and I was asked to talk about the Navy, so that is why I am in uniform in the earlier photo.
After school was a visit to the zoo to see the baby elephants.
On the way to the airport, one final stop to Whataburger was required. I had a Whataburger Jr, with cheese, all the way. I could have done better, but sometimes simple is beautiful.
My flight from DFW went to Phoenix Skyharbor. Walking around, I found this directional sign interest.
It may be hard to see, but beneath the glowing advertisement is 3 directional signs, North, West, and South. Thinking about the cardinal directions, one finds these directions broken. I'm probably the only one to notice or find it humorous.
Landing in Monterey, I drove home and found my family fast asleep. Seeing them, now I know I'm home, Whataburger or not. At least there is Whataburger ketchup in the fridge.
This past weekend I made a trip back to Texas.
Leaving Monterey, California involved a short hop on a short plane to San Francisco.
The pilot said the inbound flight to MRY saw whales in the Monterey bay, but while I was seated by the window, I did not see any.
Now flying out of MRY is usually not to save time, but convenience. I had a 2 hour layover at SFO before my next flight. Factor in the 20 minute flight and the hour before boarding, a the time spent flying from Monterey to San Francisco is longer than if one just drove. But the convenience of not fighting traffic on 101 through San Jose was nice.
While in San Francisco, I thought I'd get some lunch. Outside security I saw a Subway, but thought I could do better. I cleared security and found numerous restaurants that wanted $20 for the privilege of enjoying their cuisine. My taste buds aren't that picky.
So I found a Greek restaurant. Seemed legit.
Now babynames.com says that the name Max comes from Latin, not Greek. That might have been a good first clue.
I ordered the lamb gyro and sat down. Here is the beauty of that gyro.
Did I win? Well the lamb was OK, i wasn't hungry after I ate, and I didn't pay $20.
Next was the hop from SFO to DFW.
The plane was slightly bigger than the one from Monterey.
When I got to my seat, 15C, there was a gentleman already seated in it. Assuming he was really in 15D and just hoping no one was going to sit in C, the aisle seat, I asked "Are you in 15D?" He said that he was. I put my bag in the overhead and then thought I should encourage him to get into his own seat so I could sit down. I said "Do you just not want to sit in D?" He said that he didn't realize he was in the wrong seat, apologized, and moved over. I was trying to be polite, but I'm pretty sure I came off as being a jerk. My bad.
Onward to DFW.
Landing in DFW, my brother picked me up. First meal in Texas? Need one ask?
Two late night sausage, egg, and cheese taquitos and a coffee. Now I know I'm home.
The weekend went well. I was visiting my brother and his family. I had not met my nephew yet, so it was good to see him. Though he is 6 months old, he is bigger than Jonas who is almost 18 months.
My niece loves coloring, so I picked up a coloring book from SFO. We spent the weekend coloring it, as well as using side walk chalk outside. If you color with a child, you have made a friend for life.
A good game one might want to play is to determine if the drawing is made by me or a 4 year old.
The Fort Worth Museum of Science and History had a Curious George exhibit. My niece wanted to go, and who wouldn't want to meet Curious George?
I went to a place called Smokey's BBQ in Fort Worth on East Lancaster.
It is in an abandoned Dairy Queen and has a fire truck out front. This place is legit, and not in a Max's Greek kind of way.
I might not be as big of a BBQ aficionado as this self proclaimed BBQ snob, but I did enjoy the BBQ. I found the brisket quite tender, the jalapeno sausage tasty, the sauce had good flavor, but the portions were small.
My flight from DFW went to Phoenix Skyharbor. Walking around, I found this directional sign interest.
It may be hard to see, but beneath the glowing advertisement is 3 directional signs, North, West, and South. Thinking about the cardinal directions, one finds these directions broken. I'm probably the only one to notice or find it humorous.
Landing in Monterey, I drove home and found my family fast asleep. Seeing them, now I know I'm home, Whataburger or not. At least there is Whataburger ketchup in the fridge.
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