Ding...Orders Up!!!

So friends, I like to consider myself a classy broad. I check my shoes for toilet paper when I leave the bathroom. I floss regularly. I mostly try to wait till noon to drink. Things of that nature...

Sometimes though classy just isn't going to cut it and you need to shake your hair out. Take my Christmas Day 2009 adventure for example. I set out with my friend, who I will call Bob*, with the purpose of having a big diner breakfast and then drinking the rest of the day away. Real classy. Happy Birthday Baby Jesus!

If anyone has ever been sans family and hungry on Xmas Day let me tell ya...NOTHIN IS OPEN. Not even the Jewish delis...WTF!!!! I felt like the whole town had contracted the swine flu...not a soul on the streets, padlocked doors. So here we are...Bob and I...driving all over town (luckily 7-Eleven was open so I grabbed a Miller Lite....don't judge me) and I suggested we swing by Metro Diner. If ANYTHING was going to be open, it would be this place.
Metro Diner Restaurant is a serious diner. It's open 24 hours, it smells like grease...or lard...or a combination of both...its the self proclaimed "Home of the Hobo Special"...the waitresses wait to take your order until after their smoke breaks. Real deal right here people! And that's why it's got my heart. I like that stragglers always have a seat at the counter where they can chitchat with the cook. I like to feel comforted by a slick booth...and an even slicker floor. The coffee is like gasoline. The food is...well it's diner food! Read the sign folks...HOME COOKIN. For breakfast here I tend to order up anything you can slap on a biscuit. My friend Bob however was feeling a bit adventurous and went for the Christmas Day Special. I won't go into what that was but let's just say it was a big heapin plate of comfort and joy....with a side of pie. Eat up!! One little word to the wise....don't you dare refuse another cup of coffee, the waitresses take that personal. Say yes and smile like a good boy or girl, they just want you stay!

After wobbling out of the diner we started our search for the perfect bar to hunker down in for a little Christmas cheer. More driving around...now with a warm Miller Lite. Didn't have much luck considering it was 1pm on Christmas Day but we eventually found ourselves at The Goat, a Dallas blues bar and pretty much the only dive open early on Christmas Day. It was a Christmas miracle! Locals love this place and have been coming here for years (before it was The Goat). Nothin fancy going on here...wood paneling, a bartender over 60 with a Christmas sweater on, some sketchy drunks. But it has soul and lots of Merle Haggard playing. I felt comfortable immediately and proceeded to drink my weight in Jack Daniels so by the time we left I was real friendly. I might have danced alone for a bit. Good times had by all! I'm putting this on my list of places I definitely have to get back to, they have live blues almost every night of the week (and they pour a stiff drink).

Keepin it classy,

Britt


(*because I like that name and I know he probably won't like me calling him that)