Dallas greets us in what strikes me as too cold of a night for my preconception of “The South”. Bars are dimmer, pool tables plentiful, people nicer, and bouncers stricter than New York airport security guards:   - “Your ID is expired” - “Right. But I’m not getting any younger, am I?” My reasoning doesn’t appear to stick. 

Mani Nilchiani - The magnificent road trip south Thursday, December 5, 2013 @ 12:32pm