Food at Kincaid's

I grew up with a Dad who likes to try hole-in-the-wall restaurants in weird locations. I've been known to try a few myself, on occasion.

We found one that ought to win some awards. If nothing else, it deserves patronage because it's a small, family-owned business. I'm pretty well sick of chain eateries. I'm boycotting Chili's. Not because the food is bad or anything. It's just the same thing every time, in every city. Have you noticed the pictures are even the same in them? Pay close attention; I kid you not. I am just happy to see a privately owned eatery, and I'll spend my dollars there before I give it to some chain.

Out on Texas Highway 304, there's a little place called Kincaid's Steakhouse. It's in Rosanky, Texas, which is about halfway between Gonzales and Bastrop. It's literally a dot on the map, with nothing on the road but a gas station and a few small shops. From the road, Kincaid's looks like an old, small tin building. It is, in fact. It's the sort of place you'd pass up if you weren't getting a recommendation to go there, or you were somewhat adventurous.

On the inside, you'll find great Western decor, and one of the cleanest, neatest places to eat that I've ever come across. I don't think I observed a single crumb on the floor. The tables were immaculate. It was cheery and well-lit.

And the food, you ask? Cheap and delicious. There's not many places you can get a 12 ounce steak under $15 and not have it taste like tire rubber. Don't ask how I know what tire rubber tastes like. The steak was on a par with a four-star restaurant's beef. The owner informed me she drives every day to a small town butcher shop and picks up fresh steak. I'd say it was worth the trip.

The only downside to the place: no fountain Dr. Pepper. Oh well. Heaven will probably have a fountain Dr. Pepper machine, with Big Red as well when you want a change.

So if you're in the area, stop in. I don't think you'll be disappointed in the least.

Brilliant....

Check out this from Michelle Malkin.

Pretty much sums up my feelings.

No fence, no security, no money, no Republican Party.

It just might have to be that way, before somebody gets the point.