I don't care one iota for any of those things. I like corn and steak.
You don’t like beer?
Communist.
“Franks . . . and Beer.”
Sounds like American food to me. I’ve only been to Texas once, but nothing says America like the road from Houston to San Antonio. We passed by by Praha, Moravia, Breslau, New Braunfels, Shertz, Schulenberg, Waelder, New Berlin, St. Hedwigs, and stopped to eat at Schilo’s in San Antonio.