Sunday, June 16, 2013

Redneck Sushi and a Sweet Bronco

Today’s trek, just up the road to Denton and Lewisville, was both pleasing to the appetite and the eyes. 

First we landed at Rooster’s Roadhouse in Denton for lunch. If you’ve never been, don’t worry. It’s not hard to find. Tucked into Denton’s burgeoning downtown/Industrial Street area, Rooster’s, perhaps in a cheeky nod to its neighbor Dan’s Silver Leaf, boasts—yep, you guessed it—a large metal chicken atop its roof. (Dan’s sports a big silver leaf on top of its digs, you see.) Or maybe Rooster's just wanted to put a giant metal chicken on their roof. Because they could. It seems logical. (For ideas on other things you can do with a giant metal chicken, read Jenny Lawson's memoir. There's a whole chapter devoted to it. Truth.)

Rooster’s fare is what I'd consider "traditional roadhouse" with a few quirky twists. In addition to classic burgers and barbecue sandwiches, there are: a salad named the "Double Wide," a veggie po' boy and pulled pork nachos (a personal fave) topped with a sweet-tangy barbecue sauce, jalapenos and pico. (It’s listed under “appetizers,” but it’s big enough for two meals easily...or one really big carbo-load, like if you were prepping for a marathon or something...or, like, 17 Weight Watchers meals.)

Another appetizer, the Redneck Sushi, is anything but fishy. Its brisket and sweet-hot pickles come slathered in barbecue sauce and cheese (That's right. I said slathered.) and wrapped in a tortilla. The best part, however, was the horseradish Dijon for dipping. Holy cow! Hold on to your chopsticks, that stuff packs a sinus-clearing punch that hits you like a fiery kiss and a simultaneous full-face slap.

Rooster's Redneck Sushi
A few pointers:

Silverware, napkins and menus are already at the table.

It’s almost always busy, and the noise level hovers somewhere near “constant ruckus.”

Try the Cockeyed Lemonade. Seriously. Try it. (*Not for tiny humans. Only for big people.)

Desserts, namely banana pudding, come served in mini-Mason jelly jars, a fact which I’m convinced enhances the flavor to drool-worthy heights.

All told, Mr. Man (AKA the hubs, the Tall One) and I got out of there with drinks, an appetizer, two entrees, and some of that banana pudding for less than $30. And we had enough left over that I broke the to-go container trying to make it all fit. (Don’t judge. You’ll be taking home the pulled pork nachos, too.)

Our second stop was a small car show in Lewisville where we perused a smattering of Corvettes, two Plymouth Road Runners (They really do honk meep, meep!), a handful of hotrods in various stages of rebuild and customization, and a ’72 Chevy Cheyenne that held Mr. Man’s eye. Its black ostrich interior didn’t hurt either. Seriously, I don’t know how you feel about ostrich, but the upholstery work was downright stunning.

maroon Bronco
My personal favorite was a nice looking maroon Bronco owned by a lovely young lady sporting a cool blue fedora-type hat.  I don’t know why the hat ratchets up the cool factor, but it does. Though it still needed some engine work, this machine was good lookin’, big but not too big, and broad without being too stocky. It was tough…but pretty. Totally my idea of the perfect vehicle for trekking—one well suited to a long drive with the windows down into the great wide open.


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