Texans love rain.
I ran through a wet, furious storm for coffee at a gas station in Round Rock and the cashier said, “Great rain, huh?”
He was sincerely pleased.
Three days of storms put smiles on the faces of these drought-ridden Texans, though the SXSW visitors hoped the weather would clear before the outdoor music events began. Which it did.
Rain did not keep us from Artz Ribhouse. To be perfectly honest, I haven’t had great meals here. But Banjo Man and my boys and my daughter-in-law love the giant plates piled high with ribs. If I loved ribs, I’d understand their appreciation of Artz, but I don’t love ribs all that much. But I love Artz because they have lots of live music and any place that lets me listen to live music when I eat is a good place. Music and food. Does it get any better than that?
is there any more pie? 
I am so sorry to hear about your “Rib Appreciation Deficiency”. That is a horrible condition to have. I think you can die from it, so I hope they find a cure for you soon! I, myself, will have to head to Famous Dave’s BBQ very, very, very soon as a result of you mentioning ribs in your post. Damn!
RAD is what happens when you grow up in New England. Ribs are as foreign as Rocky Mountain oysters.