"The Mexican Food Sucks North of Here Anyway"

That's a lyric from a mediocre pop song from the middle of last decade, which I used to hear while working out at the Ping Center at OU.

We finally made it to the mighty Galleria today. What a mess. That place was hot, flat, and crowded. Despite being flat, it made no sense. We ended up eating at a Mexican restaurant by an ice skating rink. The important thing to know, which you could easily guess, is that mediocre Mexican restaurants down here are better than good ones in the Midwest. That, and the table salsa is much hotter. Anna allowed Anders to dip and eat chips, after warning him about the salsa. It didn't phase him. Mind you, if this salsa was served at a gathering of my in laws it would be sampled by one person who would stage such an elaborate production that no one else would touch it again. Anders just nonchalantly chowed down.

The other funny thing is that Anders loves to say "Dallas." We try to get him to say the name of other cities including Houston, but he keeps coming back to Dallas. This won't help Houston's inferiority complex. It's the Milwaukee of Texas. Austin is the Madison and Dallas is the Chicago. People are always trying to explain why Houston is better than Dallas. I like Houston, but I find the chip on its shoulder amusing. Now, Anders adds fuel to the fire as he can't get enough of Dallas, his new favorite word.