A whole group of us descended on the Texan Cafe in Hutto on December 11. It was the night of the town's Christmas celebration, so Main Street was blocked off and there was a very good crowd getting dinner before the festivities began. The mayor pro-tem was there, along with the head of the Chamber of Commerce, and several reporters from area papers (one of whom works down the street, eats at the Texan daily, and agreed wholeheartedly with our endorsement). Ron and Roger, the owners of the Texan, were absolutely thrilled. We explained to the gathered diners what we were up to and that the Texan had been selected as a top 40 small-town cafe. They were very impressed to hear that we had traveled 24,000 miles and eaten at 350 joints in our quest for the perfect CFS. They all laughed when I mentioned that we'd gained a cumulative 60 pounds in the process. We presented Ron and Roger with the beautiful placard recognizing their cafe (they said it would go straight up on the wall), and folks went back to their plates. Afterward, one of the waitresses came up and said, "You forgot to mention that they're the best bosses in the world too."
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