Texas Hots--The Review

 First, no one in TX would have the sense to name this hotdog after their beloved state.  The weenies were of a pink that seems to suit toenails more so than meat. The sauce, secret or not, looked like brown-green, watery diarrhea with a load of onions on top. It tasted sour, beanish, with a hint of relish. The milkshakes( $3.25 each) were watery, more milk than  ice cream with a couple squirts of chocolate syrup. The french fries had to have been from the bottom of a fryer full of vintage oil; they were the cheap, shoestring variety cooked to a very dark brown.  Let's just say burned. The 3 of us couldn't swallow more than one fry each. The restaurant was cute, with cool looking tin ceiling tiles. It looks like a popular place, but that just makes me wonder what the people eat the rest of the week that makes them crowd the place on weekends. We didn't try the Texas hamburger--but apparently it's burger meat folded inside a hot dog bun. We barely made it to K Mart's restroom...

The zoo docent told us that the orangutans' hill doesn't have termites in it.  They poke their sticks in it to get strawberry jello. Sure beats a Texas Hot.