There’s an Outback Steakhouse at the Outlet Mall that I’ll always call home. It’s more than just a chain restaurant from Dallas that finagles Australian culture by screaming Down UNDAH at you when you call and make an unnecessary reservation, provides bread that looks like a forgotten potato, or feeds you a pretty tasty Ribeye that will leave you feeling like a shark who swallowed a license plate and an old boot the following day. It’s more than your tastebuds. The food will slog its way through the winding road of your guts and leave your butt eventually. Your mouth will be cleansed by a holy Foster’s Ale.
Houston Texans Podcast: Week Fourteen NFL Preview
