In my last post I mentioned a mini road trip with my friend Trista. She’d lost a piece of jewelry at a rest area on I-45 on the way back from working a gig in Houston and needed help getting back to look for it.

We never found it, but on the way back we went to Woody’s and I tried their taco. It was a solid BBQ affair, just wrapped in tortillas. Not a superlative taco but still a fun stop and consolation prize.