Rinse, repeat

Somehow, Cas and I have a standard set of Fort Worth behaviors.  We almost always wander through the Stockyards, we always have a drink on the rooftop at the Reata, we frequently eat some barbecue, and for reasons surpassing logic, we always end up at Razzoo’s in Sundance Square.  Rather than fight it, we steered into that particular skid this time around.  We checked into our historic hotel and walked to the Reata.  Wow- I always love that rooftop, and I always forget just how much until I am back there.  

It was a little chilly and a little breezy, but still just about perfect.  From there, we wandered a while until we got to our old standby- the Razoo’s we always end up at.  We’ve been there on New Year’s Eve before.  We’ve been there on spring break before.  It’s just a spot we always see on our walk and think- Yeah, I like Razzoo’s- let’s stop there!  I can’t explain it any better than that.  

Of course, we were at a Razzoo’s in Richardson when we first exchanged phone numbers, but that’s a longer story for another time.  I suspect that may be why we have a soft spot for that particular restaurant chain.  From there, we headed back to The Ashton Hotel to rest up for a big day of... Actually, we have no idea just yet.  We’ll get there when we get there.  We’ve never run out of things to do in Fort Worth.  

Oh- and before I forget- on the way here, we stopped in Hillsboro at the Roadside America Museum.  What a weird place!  Every bit of nostalgia from a bygone time in America was there.  We listened to Elvis on a jukebox, walked past a row of Big Boy statuettes and saw more advertisements and memorabilia for Grapette soda than I think anyone has ever put in one place.  The guy who runs the place collects all of this memorabilia and puts it in the front of the building.  In the back, he restores vehicles.  It’s all quite spectacular.  The other kind of odd thing about the Roadside America Museum is that you have to call the number on the door if nobody’s there.  Whelp, nobody was home, so we called Vicky.  She drove over from her house four blocks away and walked us through a different time in America.  If you have any interest in a trip down memory lane (or maybe a pre-memory lane, depending on your age), stop by.  Here’s their website- http://roadsideamericatx.com/ I’m sure they’d love to see you!  They’ll even hop in the car and drive four blocks to open the place up!  

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