Next week, you’ll leave it all on the field.
The mergers will be merging. The yes-men will be yessing. You’ll even spend a little time in the office.
But then, it’ll be time to pump the brakes a bit.
You know, pat a puppy on the head. Eat a Zagnut. Just... relax.
Preferably, with a bunch of beer.
To facilitate: the Big Tex Cantina, your new HQ for heated pool table battles and Frito-crusted tacos from the guys behind Fox Brothers BBQ, soft-opening next Friday in Decatur.
This is where you’ll go when your agenda consists of... well, nothing. And that’s the beauty of it, really. There’s the ragtag bounty of Texas-y paraphernalia dotting the walls (the bull’s-horns-to-human ratio is absurd). The saloon-style stained glass lights. The 60 beers and Watermelon Margaritas.
If you’re on a solo mission, grab something cold and domestic to go with your Texas-Style Poutine and let the Brothers Fox weave a tale or two for you at the bar. But if you brought a few buddies along, you’ll want to hit the main dining room or those church pews behind the bar to commune over Frito-Crusted Catfish Tacos and enchiladas smothered in chili gravy and fried eggs.
Or you could just do all of the above while you shoot some stick back in the semi-hidden game room.
Which, surprisingly, is not Frito-crusted.
The mergers will be merging. The yes-men will be yessing. You’ll even spend a little time in the office.
But then, it’ll be time to pump the brakes a bit.
You know, pat a puppy on the head. Eat a Zagnut. Just... relax.
Preferably, with a bunch of beer.
To facilitate: the Big Tex Cantina, your new HQ for heated pool table battles and Frito-crusted tacos from the guys behind Fox Brothers BBQ, soft-opening next Friday in Decatur.
This is where you’ll go when your agenda consists of... well, nothing. And that’s the beauty of it, really. There’s the ragtag bounty of Texas-y paraphernalia dotting the walls (the bull’s-horns-to-human ratio is absurd). The saloon-style stained glass lights. The 60 beers and Watermelon Margaritas.
If you’re on a solo mission, grab something cold and domestic to go with your Texas-Style Poutine and let the Brothers Fox weave a tale or two for you at the bar. But if you brought a few buddies along, you’ll want to hit the main dining room or those church pews behind the bar to commune over Frito-Crusted Catfish Tacos and enchiladas smothered in chili gravy and fried eggs.
Or you could just do all of the above while you shoot some stick back in the semi-hidden game room.
Which, surprisingly, is not Frito-crusted.
