text: I heart attack Texaz Grill My tummy arteries were filled with good ole down home cooking My NY strip was perfection and dripping with flavor cholesterol Rickies a Texas boy so he knows his chicken fried anythings and his chicken fried chicken was smothered in love gravy and he nibbled every bite inhaled like there is no tomorrow I chased my taters sauteed shrooms and steak down with a cold Dos XX and a Patron shot All this with attentive and friendly service The room reminded me of the shack Steve Martin lived in in the beginning of The Jerk And for this place the license plates posters and bric a brac that cover every corner including the ceiling above the urinal yes guys get thiswhen you have to pee so badly you arch your head back with an eye rolling groanthat is how I saw the posters on the ceiling But all the kitchy crap everywhere works for Texaz Grill The menu has all kinds of steaks and wonderful sides The only thing missing is a defibrillator