“…well, that’s what I woulda called it,” said Alice of The Tall Texan, as she refilled my chalice last evening. We’d been discussing the venue for tonight’s BC². “But I don’t know why you boys just don’t come up to the Tall Texan every week instead of heading off over yonder to Midtown”.
“Eye candy, Alice”, said I. “The eye candy. It’s rumored to be free over there.”
With a barely audible grunt, she waddled over by the video trivia, picked up the wire frame snack tree, and plopped it down in front me. “Ain’t no charge for looking at my candy, and, hell, you decide to grab one it’ll only cost you 75 cent here. Can’t say the same about your fancy place in Midtown. Nope, you can’t.”
I stared at her snack tree. It was generously adorned with Snickers bars, bags o’ Planters, an occasional Twix, and, yeah, a lone Almond Joy. I had to admit she made a good point.
“You got me Alice,” I replied, as I drank away the last of the $3.67 I had earned by pawning my allotment of Zentack’s worldly possessions. “But Trip’s in the mood for charcuterie, and he tells me yours just doesn’t cut the mustard.”
¹ Originally posted on the Houston Beer Committee Yahoo Groups page by W. Maslin, February 27, 2013
² Beer Committee