at the sign of The Pink Pig: Why No Review? Perils Of The Road: Fort Worth

[A Pig at Large by Wilfrid: November 3, 2015]

So yes, I was supposed to have posted a restaurant review this week. But for the first time ever...as far as I can remember, anyway, I didn't get to the restaurant.

Oh sure, I've canceled reservations in the past. Who hasn't? But this is the first time I've been dead set on getting to the place and eating dinner only to be foiled. I was on the road, in Fort Worth Texas.

Looking for somewhere interesting to eat, I chanced on Bonnell's and its fine Texas cuisine. A relatively new restaurant, it seemed to offer a combination of regional traditions and modern execution; and most importantly, it served game. Quail, elk, venison, pheasant. I was all set with an advance reservation.

Fort Worth in the rain

Now, I know things are spread out in Texas, and I allowed enough time on a very rainy night to call a cab, and travel from the White Elephant, a nineteenth century saloon on East Exchange, to Bonnell's--a journey of about nine miles, which Google Maps estimates should take twenty minutes by car. I knew I should have allowed more time when my driver set off down a one-way street, corrected himself, drove several blocks, made a u-turn, came back the same way, pulled over and reached for a map.

White Elephant saloon--hats everywhere, even on the ceiling

It was a Fort Worth cab number I'd called, but I got a driver who usually only worked Dallas. Half an hour later, we were completely lost. He called the restaurant, but they had no interest in directing him. I called the restaurant, and they said they were about to close anyway. "I guess I'm not going to make it," I said.

So that's why there's no restaurant review: just this merry mess of pictures from the road.