Keep on Truckin'

Last Sunday was one of the first beautiful spring-like days we had experienced in a long time, so my humans and I set out on adventure.  Our first stop was at Twisted Root Burger Co. near SMU for a delicious bacon and blue cheese burger for him and a black bean “burger” for her.  As for me, think water and liver treats or, as I like to call it, the usual.  The patio area at Twisted Root is dog-friendly and the bartender even served me up a few Milkbones while I relaxed in the sunshine.

Once sated, we went to check out one of the hottest new places in town called the Truck Yard.  The Truck Yard is owned by the people who started Twisted Root and it’s a 15,000 square foot indoor/outdoor venue complete with food trucks and a treehouse bar.  Supposedly this place is “trailer park chic”, but this is Dallas, so, of course, there was valet parking.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a truckstop or a trailer park with valet parking.  Well, to be honest, I’ve never seen a truckstop or a trailer park, but my research indicates they are not usually very posh with Lamborghinis waiting in line for a parking spot.

The Truck Yard is definitely pet-friendly because everyone and their dog in Dallas was there.  Lots of canines were lounging about and the beer was flowing.  To say it was packed is an understatement.  After searching and searching for an inch of space to sit, the three of us gave up and decided to give it another try on a day when we can get there early enough to beat the crowd.  We will most certainly be going back, because it looked like a lot of fun.  A great mix of people, dogs, live music, food trucks, and a bar in an Airstream trailer.  Looks promising! https://www.facebook.com/texastruckyard.

 Back to the car and onwards we went.  Next stop: The Old Monk on Henderson.  Unfortunately our stay at the Old Monk was brief, because they openly discriminate against canines and I was politely asked to leave.  Yes, that’s right, I’m 7 months old and I’ve been kicked out of a pub.  Not my proudest moment.  But don’t you worry, I held my head high.  There was no tucking my tail and ducking out.  Actually, I think our waitress felt bad about it, but that didn’t make it sting less to be asked to vacate the premises. It's a crying shame they kicked me out, because I had already settled on what I'm sure would've been my favorite ale: St. Bernardus

After wiping off the humiliation of being ejected from the Old Monk, I trotted right across the street to Vickery Park where DOGS ARE WELCOME!  The patio was hopping and all varieties of me were lounging while their humans enjoyed beverages and some vittles.  We shared a table with a lovely couple named Lisa and Max and Lisa took it upon herself to introduce me to every person who passed by.  If someone came up to ask permission to pet me, Lisa said, “That’s Vinny.  He has a blog.”  It was really sweet and I enjoyed all the pats I got.  Plus their water was fresh and ice cold. My favorite! 

As the sun began to set, we decided it was time to pack up and head home.  I hope to see you soon at Twisted Root, the Truck Yard, or Vickery Park.  They all get two paws up from me!

Happy Tails, my friends.  Until next time.