My brother parked the car in a spot along the street that was surprisingly easy to find. We fed the parking meter in spite of its astoundingly user-unfriendly interface. And we started to walk up the sidewalk toward Lamar.
“You want to go to Huts?” my brother asked. “They have great burgers.”
“Wherever you guys want to go,” Bill said.
“Sure!” I said, seeing a good excuse to ditch my no-carb diet for a day. (After all, these two were visiting Austin, and I’ve been so good.)
We crossed the street, went inside and sat in a booth. My brother leaned over to Bill and said, “They have really great burgers, here.”
After taking our drink order and giving us some time to study the menu, the waitress took our order.
“I’ll have a bowl of soup and a tuna salad,” my brother said.
The waitress turned to Bill.
“I’ll have soup also and the grilled chicken salad,” he said as he closed his menu.
I’m thinking to myself, we come to Huts, my brother raves about the burgers, and these guys order salads!? My chance to have some carbs was quickly evaporating.
“I’ll have the Kelly Burger,” I said quickly, but the guilt had caught up with me. I leaned forward and added, “Can I have it without the bun and fries?”
“Look at you,” she said to us.