Mary's

If you have a Texas-specific or maybe N Texas-specific bucket list, there is a good chance eating at Mary's cafe in Strawn, Texas is listed. As the sign says, world-famous chicken fried steak is the calling card. Dad and I were driving back from Abilene on Friday and gave it a try. Dad had tried to go once before with a camping group, but the long wait for a table steered them away. Large portions, busy place, friendly patrons and staff, and small-town abience probably make it worth a stop.  The food was disappointing but still worth the stop.

The better reason to visit Strawn would be for Palo Pinto Mountains State Park. It is far enough from the big city lights to offer excellent star gazing and astronomical groups frequently go there.  My personal bucket list includes going to a stargazing party here.  Perhaps I will find some friends with telescopes and organize my own. And, I will probably give Mary's one more chance.

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