Try The Chili Queens' Bomb, but stay and sample a little bit of everything at Alamo Street Eat Bar

San Antonio has become synonymous with Taco Trucks, just as New Orleans has their Lucky Dogs. Well now it seems more and more gourmet food trucks are popping up around town. But these mobile eating stations aren't new. Perhaps the cuisines are becoming more diverse, but we've all seen them in one corner or another around SA. Just a few weeks ago, I made my way over to a funky little voyeuristic sex-inspired art show, where I had my first taste of The Chili Queens. The eatery on wheels was different from my usual taco spot parked out in front of the Silver Dollar Saloon located at 1812 N. Main St. My typical taco dive after a long and entertaining night of drinking and socializing. By the way, if you like street tacos, Guero's tacos are the shit! Although I have to warn all the breeders, it's a gay hangout after hours. If you don't know how to behave amongst the gays, don't go. This is usually a safe haven for them to get their grub on. As I was saying, I discovered this truck known as The Chili Queens. I had a Frito Pie and their Mint Lemonade. The drink was to die for. And this was no ordinary Frito Pie. This one screamed AWESOME going down my throat. Today, The Chili Queens can be found at the Alamo Street Eat Bar at 609 S. Alamo. One of the new items on their menu: The Bomb. Let me tell you, this sandwich is to die for! It's brisket topped with a fried egg and shredded cheese. I know...delicious! Right?!

But don't just take my word for it, it's got all the things any South Texan would love. Wash it down with their Mint Lemonade, or just have an old fashioned Coke, OR a San Antonio favorite: BIG RED! Being the big Coke head that I am, I of course opted for the cola. But the Alamo Street Eat Bar isn't limited to South Texas cuisine. Four other trucks share the space, so you get a variety of eats to sample. Wheelie Gourmet specializes in Moroccan street food. Some of the entrees I noticed on their menu included lamb and salmon, yum! Cullum's Attaboy is the resident burger truck, but you have to try their sweet potato fries. Rolling Pig offers a variety of pork products in their entrees, and Tapa Tapa...well, I think the name of that one says it all. All of these guys can be found on Facebook and Twitter, so if you're interested in learning more about these great eats and treats, follow them, or become their friends. San Antonio doesn't have to be tacos 24/7 (although you have to admit, we are known for some of the best damn Tex-Mex stuff around). Stop by Alamo Street Eat Bar and try some of these awesome eats. And if you're not one for food, just go for the bar and have a cold one. I don't think it's possible to be disappointed here.

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Last night my friend, Aaron, resurrected Paul Reuben's character, Pee Wee Herman, from the 1985 movie, Pee Wee's Big Adventure. As entertaining as this was, other performers didn't quite agree with Aaron's winning outcome.

How do I know this, you ask? I'd be glad to tell you. I actually posted on Aaron's Facebook page last night to congratulate him and to say that I found his performance outstanding. Well, you know, compared to the other two, whom I described as boring. In order for you to understand, I'll have to pretty much describe the other performances.

Performer #1 lip-synced to a couple of songs from West Side Story. The back up dancers all dressed like characters in the movie. Yeah, the outfits were cute, but there was nothing magnificent about the performance. It was a song and dance, if you will. Performer #2 (Aaron) started out with a bit from the movie mentioned earlier. If you recall the film, Pee Wee Herman is providing evidence at his town hall meeting in an attempt to prove his bike was stolen. He mentions something about being crazy, which suddenly segues into the song, Crazy, by Gnarls Barkley, then back into the Pee Wee character. Aaron actually had a theme throughout which was executed nicely from beginning to end. Performer #3 pretty much mimicked just about every R&B video you can think of. It was a lip sync performance with backup dancers.

I really feel like this blog is a waste of my time, but what do I care? The only reason I thought I should chime in on this topic is that one of the performers, whose name I won't mention because it's not worth it, and because she knows who she is, sent me a private message on Facebook to let me know that the only reason Aaron won is that he sold more seats for the show, which is taken into consideration when tallying up votes. If you lost, YOU LOST! There's always next time. I don't need to hear why you feel that the votes should be counted over. This isn't a presidential election. Oh god, could you imagine?

Aaron, I love you, I think you're entertaining, and your show was great. But if you don't see me at future shows, you'll understand why? I don't need to hear from runners-up on why I should change MY opinion. In fact, I was only there to watch your performance. I was in no mood to see any of the others. I was anxious to see yours because I was curious to see what you had concocted. The other performances were just distractions to me. From what I remember, I mentioned above already. And on top of that I remember one transsexual's cheap dress coming apart. Who wants to see that?

I could never be a drag judge. I guess I would expect camp drag. I've mentioned before that I wasn't too thrilled with drag at Pegasus, but I have to admit, their Pegasus in Pumps show was a blast. Why was it different, you ask? Because they weren't taking themselves seriously. It was a bunch of guys in girls dresses having fun with the idea. It was awesome. This is what drag should be. When did it turn into an "art form?" Lighten up, everyone.

Faceless friends on Facebook worry me.

What if Facebook didn't allow the option for pictures? What if you couldn't see anyone you were friends with? Yeah, I know, if they're your friends, you probably already know what they look like. But what I'm asking is, what if Facebook was a networking platform for you, yet nobody could see you? It would feel a bit awkward, wouldn't it? At least for me it would. So today I get a message from a faceless Facebook friend. Oh, the irony! Afterall, it is called "face"book, isn't it?

So I take a look at said friend's profile to find out more about this person messaging me. To my surprise, the account was so vague! There was nothing about this friend's likes or dislikes, there were not pictures other than the two (which by the way, were the same photo) in his profile pictures folder. It was a headless body, with some great abs, and a pair of shorts pulled up almost to his abdomen. Yeah, I thought that was strange too. Aside from one of my co-workers, I don't know anyone who wears their pants that high.

In this message, he says, "hey." Yes, I say he, because the body picture in the profile is that of a man. So I replied, "hello," just like I would to any of my FB friends. I think he proceeded to ask how things were going, and I paused for a second. I thought to myself, "what is this guy hiding from? Why is it that I can't see his face? Is he a fugitive?" Then I just got tired of asking myself questions.

I'm the type of person on FB that doesn't delete friends. Yes, I know I have many friends who go through their accounts every so often and refresh their friend list, deleting people whom they don't think are worth keeping. I don't know why I can't be like that. Maybe it's just because I'm an attention whore. Whatever the reason, it made me think of something another friend mentioned on FB a few days ago. Something about deleting people with fake profiles or pictures. I thought to myself, "why would anyone do that, going as far as to create a fake profile? What is it they're trying to do?"

It was something that was on my mind all day today. Not the part about inventing fake profiles, but the fact that someone had tried contacting me without a face. What was his intention? I'm asking a lot of questions aren't I? Oh well, you're still reading, so I guess it's all good.

Maybe for me it's just odd, because I feel that FB is a great place to make friends and connect with current and old ones, but also network with others around you. So when you can't see the person trying to talk to you, it just makes things a bit odd. Wouldn't you agree?

It's a drag, but let's see where it goes from here.

Pegasus, the once safe haven for having drinks and just hanging out, has recently become a drag...well it's become the new venue for drag shows, at least.

For years, The Saint was home to most of the drag shows and pageants in San Antonio. Everybody knew if you wanted to see a drag show, The Saint was where you needed to be. That's why it's now known as The Saint Showbar. When Heat opened up across the street, many of the drag queens/trannies (transexuals, for those of you who aren't familiar with gay-speak) moved there, opening another venue for drag.

Oh, but it didn't stop there. Suddenly drag queens and trannies were serving up more than attitude at Luther's, across Main Street. Luther's was a little burger dive that had been purchased by the owners of Heat. Not only did the quality of food decline, but along with it, the customer service. It's the perfect location though, considering they're open after hours. So all those drunken hot messes usually exit the bars and cross the street for a late night bite. Too bad most of them are too drunk to realize they're either being overcharged, or just ignored altogether.

So now, one of the last places to hang out and just enjoy a nice cold one, has been invaded by she-males. I'm not gonna lie. I enjoy a good drag show just as much as the next guy...or maybe as much as the guy next to the next guy. But is it too much to ask that we have one bar, JUST ONE, where we don't have to watch a second-rate version of a Rihanna impersonator, or a WannaBeyonce?

It doesn't help that unlike Station4 aka S4 in Dallas, Pegasus doesn't have an indoor area solely dedicated to these shows. Instead, the stage is outside. So if it rains, those queens better hope they're wearing waterproof mascara. And with the kind of summers we have here in South Texas, I hope they get plenty of hydration.

Let's face it, I'm not going to stop going there. Afterall, my favorite bartenders, Jason, Chad, and Lonnie are all there. And at least I can walk freely on the inside without running into a queen every two seconds. But all kidding aside, who knows where this will go. Maybe its just a phase. Maybe they're just testing the waters to see how patrons will respond. Where else is one to go to avoid this kind of circus? Sparky's Pub? Twenty-Fifteen Place? OH GOD NO!!!