I went on a work trip to Dallas, Texas this week. Staying in the Galleria Hotel and shopping Centre.
This ice skating rink was on the bottom floor of the shopping centre. My hotel room overlooked it so that on Saturday night I could see all skaters having a disco. And every morning we ate our breakfast in the corner bakery with this view. With little kids, in costume, practising their routines.
If you are ever in Dallas, I can recommend all of the places we ate at. Sushi Samba, for good cocktails and sushi at the bar. Steel's and Houston's for good restaurant eating. And if you're ever at the Galleria, then try out the Grand Lux Cafe. It's part of a chain, and is built in a grand art deco fashion, apparently based on a Venetian theme. I loved it. It had the best slow roasted short ribs and has great wines to choose from like the Francis Coppola's.
Possibly the most scary thing I saw was the giant store American Girl. Nothing can prepare an English person for what lies in this shop, (sorry store.) Masses of american women buying their daughters dolls that look like them, with hair and skin colour matching. They then buy matching outfits for their daughters and the dolls. And when I say daughters, you'd imagine I was talking about 2 to 6 maybe 7 years old wouldn't you? There were a few of these, but an unhealthy amount of teenage girls, with matching dolls. Apparently promoting Good, Wholesome, American Values, I could see the appeal to the parents. But I couldn't understand why so many teenagers were there. All in all the weirdest place I've been in a long time.
Oh and did I mention there was Hair Salon for Dolls there. Oh and you could book seats at the American Girl bistro. Tables complete with seating for you, your daughter and her doll! That's right there are seats at the table for the dolls. Truly bizarre.
I did have a little bit of time to do some of my own shopping, so I bought plenty of Dallas souvenirs, magnets, snow globes, a Dallas Cowboys jumper and all the usual tat.
The only thing I hadn't managed to get by the time we were ready to head for the plane home was the one thing I really wanted, a Stetson. With an hour spare until check in time, we were taken to Cavenders Boot City. Cowboy heaven. 15 minutes later I was the proud owner of a Rodeo King Cowboy Hat. Now all I had to do was get it on the plane...
I had 2 options really, ditch the huge box and wear the hat through customs. Mmmm, since technically this was a present for Tim and his hat size, it was going to look a little silly on my head, being as I'm a bit smaller than he is. And he'd probably appreciate the gift in it's box. So I plumped for option 2, risking taking it on as an extra piece of luggage and hope they didn't charge me for it.
Far from charging me for it, I got nothing but jokey remarks from everyone as I went from check in to the plane. Even when all my items got jammed in the x-ray machine, and one lone shoe made it out, all I was given was advice as to how to store it when I got it home. Always upside down in case you wondered. It's seen as bad luck to store it the right way up. That and it keeps it's shape better the wrong side up.
This ice skating rink was on the bottom floor of the shopping centre. My hotel room overlooked it so that on Saturday night I could see all skaters having a disco. And every morning we ate our breakfast in the corner bakery with this view. With little kids, in costume, practising their routines.
If you are ever in Dallas, I can recommend all of the places we ate at. Sushi Samba, for good cocktails and sushi at the bar. Steel's and Houston's for good restaurant eating. And if you're ever at the Galleria, then try out the Grand Lux Cafe. It's part of a chain, and is built in a grand art deco fashion, apparently based on a Venetian theme. I loved it. It had the best slow roasted short ribs and has great wines to choose from like the Francis Coppola's.
Possibly the most scary thing I saw was the giant store American Girl. Nothing can prepare an English person for what lies in this shop, (sorry store.) Masses of american women buying their daughters dolls that look like them, with hair and skin colour matching. They then buy matching outfits for their daughters and the dolls. And when I say daughters, you'd imagine I was talking about 2 to 6 maybe 7 years old wouldn't you? There were a few of these, but an unhealthy amount of teenage girls, with matching dolls. Apparently promoting Good, Wholesome, American Values, I could see the appeal to the parents. But I couldn't understand why so many teenagers were there. All in all the weirdest place I've been in a long time.
Oh and did I mention there was Hair Salon for Dolls there. Oh and you could book seats at the American Girl bistro. Tables complete with seating for you, your daughter and her doll! That's right there are seats at the table for the dolls. Truly bizarre.
I did have a little bit of time to do some of my own shopping, so I bought plenty of Dallas souvenirs, magnets, snow globes, a Dallas Cowboys jumper and all the usual tat.
The only thing I hadn't managed to get by the time we were ready to head for the plane home was the one thing I really wanted, a Stetson. With an hour spare until check in time, we were taken to Cavenders Boot City. Cowboy heaven. 15 minutes later I was the proud owner of a Rodeo King Cowboy Hat. Now all I had to do was get it on the plane...
I had 2 options really, ditch the huge box and wear the hat through customs. Mmmm, since technically this was a present for Tim and his hat size, it was going to look a little silly on my head, being as I'm a bit smaller than he is. And he'd probably appreciate the gift in it's box. So I plumped for option 2, risking taking it on as an extra piece of luggage and hope they didn't charge me for it.
Far from charging me for it, I got nothing but jokey remarks from everyone as I went from check in to the plane. Even when all my items got jammed in the x-ray machine, and one lone shoe made it out, all I was given was advice as to how to store it when I got it home. Always upside down in case you wondered. It's seen as bad luck to store it the right way up. That and it keeps it's shape better the wrong side up.
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