It does seem like every smalltown restaurant in the southern heart of America is unduly proud of their Chicken Fried Steak if you ask for a recommendation. They are so sincere I keep falling for it. On my way to the Rio Grande Valley I hit another one in Belton, Texas. Worse than that, I also bought into the Fried Okra and Fried Potatoes as sides. This must be something you have to grow up with. For instance, I brought my own pail of Pickled Herring with me to Texas. I grew up with it and it doesn't seem to be available in Texas. Anyway, the fried everything meal was awful (again) and helped contribute to my four pound weight gain on the trip down.
An aside, the young waiter who tricked me with his sincerity has never been outside of Texas, never been as far north as Dallas, but he would like to travel someday. Ah, someone who wants to expand their world. Yep, he loves football and would like to travel to various football shrines to watch football games. Oh, what the hell, he was raised in Texas where football is a religion. More power to him.
The other contributor to my weight gain was well worth it, a restaurant we have visited in the past. According to the smaller sign on the front the Star of Texas Restaurant in Falfurrias, Texas it is "THE BEST AMERICAN AND TEX-MEX FOOD IN TOWN". Modest and nicely understated. Falfurrias is town of 5000 people out in the middle of nowhere ... and the food is the best I've found anywhere in Texas so far. Sometimes Mexican food is two dimensional - bang, favor then heat. This isn't particularly hot and when you take a bite the favors come to your mouth in waves, sometimes fives flavors deep. I ordered one meal to eat in situ, and another to take with me to Alamo for my evening meal. Just in case. Both meals really should have been enough for two meals, but it tasted so good I didn't stop until I had licked the plate clean. Four pounds in three days.