I went to dinner with the parents tonight to the Winchester. It's this seedy looking place about ten miles away from my house. But, by God, I had one of the best steaks I have ever eaten. Thirteen dollars for a 10 oz. strip steak, baked potato and salad bar. To put that in NE terms, if you went to Chuck's Steakhouse you would get a steak half the size for double the price. I have eaten at Chuck's. This was MUCH better.
Reflecting on Bloodshots, I realized that I feel like less of a stranger now to Austin. Like how doing a show at the Brookfield theatre made me feel like part of that community. It feels nice. That, and how many people can say that they have been on a legit movie screen? Word.
P.S.
I saw an advanced screening of Dane Cook's "Good Luck Chuck" last week and I have to say that the ads for the movie take some of the lamest moments in the movie. I don't get it.
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