TX; part 2

We've been in TX for 4 days plus the night we came in. All the drinks I've had came in a Styrofoam cup. The sweet tea tastes like syrup, but in a good way. And the small size is large.

 

Fair Oaks Ranch is the the neighborhood where David grew up. It used to be one continuous ranch totaling some 5,000 acres. Now it's been divided into several different suburban communities like Deer Meadows, Fair Oaks Garden, or Windermere. The roads curve and wind and are filled with trucks, SUVs and deer, some dead.

Fast food, albeit is fast food, and I'm not here to tell you anything different. However, I sense there is a subtly to the fast food of Texas not as fleshed out in any other part of the country.  I might dare to say that the folks down here value their fast food, even uplift it to a different standard, as if to exist in world devoid of diabetes and obesity and filled to the brim with simple and basic olfactory pleasures derived from animal.