After
driving for about an hour we still hadn’t found The Salt Lick, so we decided to break the masculine rule and ask someone for directions.
Fortunately, the
next cowboy we found was also very helpful. When asked how to find The Sale Lick, he whipped out his GPS, gave us specific
directions, and explained that we still had about 20 mile to go. I told him
that I was surprised at the distance because it didn’t look that far on the
map. He chuckled and said: “Son, ya gatta realize that Rand McNally feller must be from New York City because in his book he puts Rhode Island on one full page
and Texas only gets two pages. Why, we have counties in Texas that are larger than
the entire state of Rhode Island! Those eastern folks just don’t realize that I
can get in my pickup in the morning, drive all day, and still be in Texas.” I
knew exactly what he was talking about because I also owned a pickup
like that once.
When
we arrived at The Salt Lick, we were surprised to find police directing traffic
and tour buses lined up to find a place to park. We were tempted to leave
because we thought it would take hours to get anything to eat, but then we
considered the fact that the next restaurant was in Austin, so we decided to
get in line and take our chances.
The
receptionist at the main entrance gave us an electronic numbering device and
much to our surprise, within about 15 minutes our number came up. We were
assigned to Building B, which was a long dining hall that was packed with
people sitting at wooden picnic tables. We were seated in an enclosed patio at the far end of the building.
I
decided to try the short ribs, which were excellent, the beans were good, but I
can’t say too much for the coleslaw and potato salad. It was really cold that
night, so after dinner we didn’t walk around the complex or listen to the live country band
that was playing in the courtyard.
Anyway, we can now say that we experienced The Salt Lick!
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