The Last Supper

I made it back to Orlando in one piece but I have one more Texas post for you. It’s hard to believe, but I did not eat all the things while I was there per usual. This made the buttons on my jeans happy, but it made me sad. Very, very sad. So on the second to last day, I had dinner with all five of my co-workers at Johnny’s Steaks and BBQ.

Johnny’s is in Salado (about a half hour from Killeen) and everyone and their brother recommended this place. It was nice to finally eat somewhere local. And by local, I mean it was in the middle of nowhere, all the parking was on dirt or grass, and there were deer heads mounted all over the walls. The place was super busy, so I didn’t want to take all sorts of pictures of the restaurant like a tourist, so just picture those deer staring straight at you while you eat. Watching. Judging.

My co-workers who had been to Johnny’s before told me they served life-changing steaks. Obviously, I wanted my life to change. So I ordered steak. But first came the side salad served on top of 20 packages of Saltines.

They served the salad on top of a basket of saltines. Is this a thing? I’ve never had Saltines served with a salad before. Croutons, sure. Saltines, no. So this made me laugh. It made me laugh hard. My co-worker – we’ll just call him “Ron” – said that I laughed so hard that I made the poor, hot, waitress feel uncomfortable (his words). I disagree. But whatever, “Ron,” if that is your real name.

Anyway, the salad wasn’t nearly as funny as the dressing I asked to be served on the side.

They gave me the entire bottle of ranch. This was the point in which I knew I loved Johnny’s.

To get my steak on, I ordered the 8oz sirloin with a side of green beans. I’m pretty sure that is more than 8oz. I mean, I’m not measurement expert, but that’s a large ass steak.

The green beans were ok. I wouldn’t get them again. But, the steak was juicy and delicious and it only cost something like, $12.00. I asked for it to be cooked medium and it was more medium rare (I don’t like my meat mooing) but it was still really good so that says something. I got sad that I’ve been to Killeen so many times and haven’t been there yet and then I was sad I was leaving the next day because I wanted to go back. So basically, next time I’m in Killeen, I plan to sleep there instead of in a hotel.

The food didn’t stop at the giant steak. Oh no. They had blackberry cobbler. Paula does not say no to blackberry cobbler.

I dominated that thing. So, so good. More importantly, it didn’t have the annoying seeds that get stuck in your teeth so that dessert only brought me happiness. They also had peach cobbler and pecan cobbler, which I’m imagining tastes like pecan pie (the only way I’ll eat pecans) so now I have to try it next time I’m in town. Eat all the cobblers!

So even though I brought my lunch to work every day like a good girl and only ate out four times in the two weeks I was there, I made the last time worth it. 🙂

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  1. Haha I love it! EAT ALL THE COBBLERS!!!

    You should make a tshirt with that on it.

    PS. I came up with a new idea for a marathon that I THINK you will really love… check out my post 😉

    • I pretty much do that marathon every week. I wish I would have known you’d send me snacks. That could have really gotten rid of some of that pesky standing up time.

  2. Ron

    That poor waitress was about 20. Half Mexican. Spoke Spanish with an American accent to someone in the kitchen. Just trying to get through her shift without incident. Then, while she was carrying a basket of salad and saltines and a mustard bottle full of ranch, someone had to laugh in her face about her restaurant’s customs.
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    • I’m only making her stronger. She’ll thank me some day.

      I’m surprised “Mustard bottle full of ranch” wasn’t a menu item.

  3. Melissa

    I am laughing that they put a little bit of lettuce underneath that cheese and called it a salad. But the Saltines? I think I would’ve laughed in Ron’s girlfriend’s face, too.

    COBBLER GOBBLER! I appreciate the no seeds. So important in a cobbler.

  4. It must be a southern thing – or different state thing .. I can’t eat a salad without saltines! 🙂
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    • Oh, interesting! So it must be a thing elsewhere. Man, now I feel bad for laughing. But I like to think I was laughing with her. Not at her. 🙂

  5. Zenaida Arroyo

    That is so weird about the saltines with the salad. That stead sure looks delicious.
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  6. Amber K

    I don’t think I’ve ever had cobbler before. I assume it’s similar to pie? Either way it looks delicious.