Topping off at The Dixie House Cafe

Recently my wife and I have been getting burned out on the usual places we eat around town. I happen to have a very forgiving palate but my wife can't stomach much. Over the years I have learned to accept her simple tastes in food so we've frequented some of the same places again and again. Sometimes we leave in disappointment, others we leave thinking "At least we ate today". I am a google contributor so I have an extensive list of places I want to visit so I decided we would try one out on a Saturday afternoon.

We were looking for someplace to eat that was different yet familiar. I looked into some of the southern country cooking places on my list and settled on the Dixie House Cafe. Crowded into a busy retail area near the Hules mall Dixie House Cafe is relatively easy to find South of 30 on Hulen next to the Half Price Books.

If you're looking for intimate or booth dining look elsewhere. From what I saw the place is all a jumble of tables. The wait staff all work together to make your dining experience pleasant and very efficient so the one who seats you might not be the one who takes your order or the one who brings your food or refills your drinks. I can say that this set-up did seem to make things move along rather quickly on a busy Saturday lunch rush.

The Staff was kind and unobtrusive and they take pride in their work. From what I saw of the cleanliness of the store and restrooms the folks at Dixie House Cafe keep their business up to par.

At first, the menu can seem confusing but there is a simple 4-5 special dishes for each day, smaller portions for kids meals, a list of sides, desserts and other options. I ordered the Pork Chops and Eggs, my Wife got Chicken Fried Steak and my kiddo ordered a Grilled Cheese Sandwich on Texas Toast with Mashed Potatoes. Even though my eggs were slightly overcooked from what I ordered the meal was very good and it hit the spot.

For 3 people $34 isn't bad especially since we were all happy and there were leftovers enough to quench our late-night munchies later. I give The Dixie House Cafe out of 5 stars. Check them out.

If you are looking for some old fashioned Southern cooking this is a place that will give you exactly what you desire. You can find the Dixie House Cafe on the Westside of Fort Worth in the Hulen area near the Mall.

Truth Bomb

Ok. There are these lists of questions going around the internet these days. I figured that I would finally fill one out. This one is in response to a sister I didn't know I had until about two years ago. That's another story. Not one I'm sure I want to share with y'all yet. So, for now, catch this Truth Bomb.

This version expands on the original.
* How old? 43. I think. Ask my wife.

*  Piercings? Not anymore. Back in the day though ... It was just ears. Well and that one time I got my tongue pierced. That was a mistake.

* Tattoos? Yes. They are all very personal and require explanation and a follow-up Q&A. I try to keep them covered.

* Ever hit a deer? Yes. I was in a fully loaded Semi-feed truck at the time. Luckily I was only going 55 and already downshifting.

* Ridden in an ambulance? Twice. The first time I think I was dying. It was a long time ago and I was sick as fuck so ... The second time I should have been dead but I escaped completely unscathed. Don't drive on Saint Patrick's day even if you wait until 3am for all of the assholes to die or get locked up.

* Sang karaoke? Hell yes. And I've done Rock Band karaoke too. I play 🎸.

* Ice skated? Not exactly. I put the skates on. Stepped on the ice and 🐱. Not my most gangster moment.

* Ridden a motorcycle? Yes. Well. I held on for dear life while some dude drove. I did this willingly, by the way. Not my most gangster moment.

* Stayed in the hospital? Way too much as a kid. Not so much post whiskey and weed.

* Skipped school? Lol. Yeah. A lot. Some of my favorite memories are of fucking up the block when I was supposed to be in school.

* Last text? I don't text. I Messenger.

* Watched someone die? Unfortunately yes. Too often.

* Pepsi or Coke? Yeah. No.

* Favorite pizza? There used to be this place called Romanos. Unfortunately, the Old times are over around here. Kids these days. Ya know?

*Favorite season? Summer. I'm a pure 🌞  sign.

* Broken any bones? Depends. Had a knee injury. Broke a lot of bones in my hands fighting. The first year I knew my wife I walked around with a broken finger. Nothing you can do. Keep living, punch shit if you have to. Hands heal. Shits get like concrete.

* Gotten a ticket? Yes. Never paid one. NOT ONE! Fucking extort me? Fuck you.

* Favorite Color? Blue. WNRSGC fa life Cuzz.

* Sunset or Sunrise? Sunset. Yeah, I'm busy or asleep at sunrise.

There ya go.

Peace.

I Can Dig It. but, see here's the thing ...

This is going to be potentially very controversial. If you are easily offended by free thought bail the fuck out right now. Trust me, it's for the best.

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Still with us? Okay well then.

A few days ago I ran across one of those lazy memes that get passed around every few years or so. I've seen this one before, but this time something struck me about the message. I would like to share the meme as I found it.

See here's the thing. I want to congratulate you on your ability to feel some kind of way about whatever you want. That's human rights and shit. I can dig it. BUT. Hiding from those who are trying to reach out to you is the recipe for utter loneliness. Yes, your fear of approach and openness comes from a place of deep fear and loss. Yes, it hurts and it binds your heart. It doesn't have to.

Trust and Faith are not one-way streets. Trust is a breezy country road on a spring day if you let it be. Faith? Well, faith is an interstate. Faith is what we must have in ourselves and if the little girl is still hiding in the dark corners of her life, maybe it's her imagination and not dark forces come to snatch her from her hidey hole. Maybe it's the savior, the bright light you pray for in the dark of the night alone with your bottle.

She pushes the light away because she feels safe in the dark with her demons of deceit and lust and lies. Murders of lies like a cloud of flies, blinding the truth. The truth? Maybe you were lost and abandoned once upon a time. Many of us were. That's no excuse to refuse to grow. Work to be less shy and less fragile and maybe the people around you won't judge you like the ...

The "Strong Stoic Woman" is a mask she wears to feel important in a world where she feels weak and alone. In a world that marginalizes her. It's a mistake. Nothing wrong with strong. Nothing wrong with stoic. Combine those with the lost little girl in the closet and wear them as a mask, disaster awaits. Take it from a Black male in America. Shy and fragile and in the closet isn't the way to go. If you want to be heard you have to be seen. How do you want to be seen? That's the question you have to ask and if your equation doesn't include that little spark in your heart ... What's the point? So, you can be a sarcastic cunt whenever it suits you to do so and then have the nerve to tell people to deal with it or fuck off. Charming. I wonder what your little soul spark would think of that. The world may never know because you keep her locked away in the dark, afraid and alone. 

In the end, it's the fear that's killing you. It's not the nightmares or the people you judge so harshly from your strong and stoic high horse. It's the fear that drives you. You are afraid of everything so you misjudge everyone. The only people you can allow yourself to be real with are the others who share your guilt and shame. You are wallowing in it and asking for us to understand the little light of your soul. None of us have ever seen it. From over here it's a myth. All we get is

"Strong Stoic Woman"

Yes, I know you're a strong woman. But you must look beyond, woman. Learn to see that someONE may be reaching out to lend you a hand up out of that dark corner where the little girl still lies, afraid. All I'm saying is if you love your light so much let it truly fly free. Allow it out of the darkness of fear and maybe it will symbiotically bind its self with the Strong Stoic Woman and make her less of a fucking bitch.

I'm just saying.

Peace.

Bitch you don't muss me up no more
I don't share your business in the streets because I'm not an atention whore.