Did a northern exploration this past weekend. Discovered a place called The Woodlands (yes, the word 'The' is a part of the title of the burg). It is a rather... um...pretty suburb north of Houston. What I mean by my hesitancy is that it also seemed very sterile. One of those places that has been built to be hip. It was perfectly nice. There is a man-made stream/creek/river that is lit wonderfully and the restaurants and bars are nicely placed for easy access. I ended up eating at Bar Louie and had a nice burger (I think)... and I guess that is the issue I had with the area, everything was very pleasant but as my friend (who lives there) told me... "Welcome to Stepford". That is the perfect way to describe the place.
The next evening I finally found a wonderful British Pub called the Baker Street Pub and Grill. Enjoyed a shepherd's pie and a rather interesting peach cider. The place was absolutely marvelously decorated and laid out. But the most interesting thing about the whole evening was the employees. One word - young. It got to be funny how our waitress would just appear seemingly out of nowhere, interrupt the conversation and ask how we were doing. It almost got to be a game with us trying to guess when she would appear again.
That is one of the best things about living in a large city. Variety. Nothing is predictable and that is quite frankly, the spice of life. Viva le Difference...
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