Our spot for dinner was recommended by our friendly concierge Michael, and was a southern style barbecue joint in the Hell’s Kitchen district, a ten minute stroll from our hotel.

We settled ourselves in with a quiet beer. Deb asked for a small cider, and was mildly surprised to find a pint turn up. Turns out that a pint was the small size – if she’d asked for a large one she would have been given a pitcher… Everything’s big in Texas, right?

    
Unsurprisingly the meals were enormous, two main courses was plenty for three and a half of us.

E flirted outrageously with everyone and we soon made friends with surrounding diners. A very pleasant evening all up. The American beer was even good, although I must admit I’ve steered clear of Bud, Coors and Miller so far…