Jollibee. Jollibee. Your chance to shine and you landed flat on your face.
My mom and I are notorious fried chicken snobs. We both consider Church's Chicken to be top of the list chicken. And I consider Jollibee better. When I found out San Antonio had a Jollibee nearby, I decided to give mom a chance to try Jollibee chicken and really wow her.
And...it was just so dry. Not the least bit juicy. And was lacking any salt. The Seattle Jollibee was so good...And here it was just meh. Really disappointed....
The pies were a big hit, though.
Thoughts Before Bed, Real Truth Edition.
This little building has been here since at least the early 50s, and was a gas station at the corner of Quesenberry and Watson Road.
Quesenberry owned a lot of land in the area shortly after Texas Independence, which is why the road is named after him. To the south is Paso de Las Garzas.
Blas Herrera, a scout during the Alamo siege, owned a ranch at the pass, and his dance hall still exists. Down the ways into the pass are the ruins of a White Elephant saloon, a chain of bars across Texas in the late 1800s.
To the East of this building are the Camino Arriba and Pita Roads, ancient native trails turned into royal roads by the king of Spain in the late 1700s, now gone. To the west, the Laredo Road branched out in what are today's Pleasanton and Trumbo roads.
Near there are the last remains of the town of Thelma. All that's left is an old hotel, now a residence.
Not a single whit of any of this history matters one bit in Seattle.
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