Our first outing of the day was the Sixth Floor Museum. Plus, I absolutely cannot resist pie in a rotating display case. It was packed full of people and seemed to be everyone’s favorite greasy spoon breakfast establishment. Breakfast this morning was in the Original Market Diner. I didn’t envy him the headache he would have in the morning.Īt breakfast this morning I sat next to a bleary-eyed Aaron who was muttering quiet regrets about discovering Fireball. When whisky has no bite, it’s impossible to gauge when you’ve had too much. He loved it! “How could whisky taste this good?” he exclaimed! I will admit that I really like Fireball too, but it’s dangerous stuff. Tonight we introduced Aaron (one of the writers) to Fireball whisky. I’m not going to go into details about what this is, but I think most of you get the idea from the picture.
I didn’t even know that things like this existed. The evening got progressively weirder when I was taken in for a demonstration of the boss.
Soon after arriving I was chatted up and told all about the local scene by this leather-harnessed fellow. Our next bar stop was the Dallas Eagle, a leather and fetish bar. If you missed the last segment, read Part 2.
To start at the beginning, click here for Part 1.
