Corpus Christi, the Sparkling City by the Sea, or as Eric Theodore Cartman once said,"Sleek swimmer's body, all muscled up and toned", has been our vacationing destination for nearly a decade. At the beginning of this month it became our home, while leaving the delicious but landlocked urban landscape of Kansas City, Missouri a gaussian smudge in the rear view mirror.
I already miss some of my favorite eateries, like Fiorella's Jack Stack, Leo's Pizza, Christy's Tasty Queen, D'Bronx, and China Express, but as time progresses, I plan to make new favorites in the Corpus Christi area, and to share this experience, good, bad, indifferent or ridiculous. I calls it like I sees it.
So now, South Texas, I say unto you in the words of my uncle: "When I was a little kid, no older than that, I always used to wonder why nobody collected prayer cards like they collected baseball cards. Thousands of bucks for Honus Wagner and jack shit for Jesus."
Strap on your bibs, Corpus Christi.
It's time to eat.
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