Did you think we'd forget this location?? Husband remembered the Alamo.
That was lame, and I'm sorry.
We got to see a lot of information on popular historical figures, like Crockett and Bowie.
Husband was really into the history of this place, and since he is a slow reader, we split up for a while. I limped ahead of him, checking out what I was interested in, and scoping out which exhibits Husband would like too.
Luckily, the Alamo is outfitted for handicrapped people, with lots of benches and seating throughout, often in view of exhibits or lengthy signage. They had a lot of local foliage there, with signs detailing what each plant was, and sometimes if it was original to the site.
I had the pleasure of sitting under a pee-can tree for one of my breaks.
Since this was a church, cameras were not allowed inside. They had a monument inside, listing those involved/lost in the historical battle, as well as a dedication in the room in which the women and children hid.
I toed the infamous line.
We tried to get a photo together in front of something more indicative, but it was pretty crowded with a lot of pushy/rude tourists, so we settled for a selfie in front of one of the original walls of the compound.
After our lengthy endeavor through history, we hit the road again, vowing to return to San Antonio next time for more Checo's and exploration.
We made it to Houston just in time for the dinner hour, and made our way to Longhorn Steakhouse just down the road, since Husband had never been. It was crowded, of course, so we waited at the bar where I had the creamiest Pina Colada.
When we were seated after an unexpectedly short wait, their friendly hostess set us up with what is called their "famous honey wheat bread." I was skeptical, since as a fatty I had never heard of this allegedly famous bread. However, when I joked with waitress about my misgivings, she cheerily replied that I should just try it, because once I did it would be even more famous.
Well she wasn't wrong. I expected it to be overly sweet, as honey wheat breads tend to be, but it was quite the perfect balance, complimented by butter or perfectly tasty on its own. We hadn't eaten since the Alamo, so we plowed through two of those baskets before we even ordered.
Longhorn, like many places now, was running a dinner for two special, so we stuck to that menu. Husband got their mushroom sirloin, and I got a very impressive salmon on pilaf.
Admittedly the pilaf was blah, but it didn't really matter to me. The salmon had this sort of glaze that brought out the sweeter smoky undertones in its flavor. I was surprised, since steak houses usually have unremarkable salmon, but this was tender, and just the right amount of flaky for my liking.
We each were supposed to have a salad as well, but since we were on a cardiac arrest tour, we got their loaded macaroni and cheese instead.
This was another dish that they hit it out of the park with. It had probably five cheeses, all complimenting each other for a rich, gooey, creamy, cheddar explosion. There were bacon bits, chives, and bread crumbs throughout, making for a never-boring texture and dynamic flavor. I could have probably just eaten this and been more than satisfied.
But wait, there's more!
On this day, at Longhorn Steakhouse in Houston, I had a chocolate cake that I not only could not finish, but was so good I almost cried about not finishing it.
Look at that glorious beast!
We thought we could handle it because it was one of the options for a split dessert in their special. It's actually made to serve four, and Husband is not much of a sweet tooth.
I ate the hell out of it, no regrets, even when Husband quit after two bites. I was almost to quitting point before I even handled one slice, and started whimpering about what a waste.
Husband, genius that he is, remembered we had a fridge in our room, and helped me demolish the remaining ice cream so we could box the cake.
I ate that shit for breakfast the next morning, absolutely unashamed.
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