Every single time I go to Houston, bad stuff happens. I really have gotten to hate the town. Don't like the rental car setup, the humidity, the tollway, the confusing exits and frontage roads, the way downtown is arranged. So naturally this latest trip was a debacle. Took off late, then sat on runway a while after landing, then an accident at my highway exit had the cops routing me WAY around my hotel. Got in late, and of course everything is closed, so no dinner.
I walked across the street and found the Derrick Lounge, and found out that the kitchen had closed thirty minutes earlier. I was grumbling like a baby, and the manager, Ryan, said he would fix me up. He brought out some salad, and talked the cook into hanging out and doing me up a steak and garlic mashed potatoes. Instead of telling me to shut up and leave, he took care of me. So did the bartender, a lovely young woman with a tattoo on her wrist and no, didn't catch her name.
He even took the time to ask me about business and my trip in general and was a lot cooler than I would have been to somebody as bitchy as me. The food was astounding, and I made sure to tip generously. I highly recommend this friendly place with great steaks and excellent beer selection. Â I would also add, good music piped in and great atmosphere too.
So three cheers for Ryan and I've found my one and only place next time I'm doing biz in the energy corridor.