We’re on the road right now, and we stopped last night in Waco for supper. Waco, as we’ve shared many times over the years, is a great place to stop for supper. Or dinner. Or lunch. Or breakfast. Or fourthmeal. Or a snack. Or a treat. Or even a hot chocolate. If you are driving I-35 in Texas and you require caloric intake, Waco is the place to stop. Every regionally possible fast food and fast casual chain is there for your patronage, big pole signs soaring high above the frontage roads like you’re driving on the longest pit row in the world.
If you think we’re about to accuse Wacoans of having the messiest poops in Texas because they could eat fast food for eight straight months without venturing more than three blocks from the frontage road or eating the same thing twice, we’re not. We’re about to accuse people in Waco (don’t have to be Wacoans) from having the messiest poops in Texas because I tried to go to the bathroom at Chipotle but the bathroom was closed for cleaning, and then I went to the Circle K and it was closed for cleaning as well. I ended up not going to the bathroom. Ever again! Just kidding. I went in Grapevine later that night. But I had to leave the Waco city limits just to have a wee. Presumably because there were too many messy poops in the city.
So, apologies to San Antonio, and to Corpus Christi, and to Tyler and Nacogdoches and Fort Stockton. Apologies to Van Horn. But when it comes to messy poops, there’s one place in Texas with a claim to the crown. Waco: Celebrate yourself.
