My intent was to get a picture of the Jeep at the lower left in this photo, but the gravitational pull of the bridge was such that I could not keep the camera pointed at the Jeep.
The bridge in the photo is the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge, designed by Spanish architect Santiago Calatrava. Named for the well-known (but not to me) Dallas civic leader and daughter of oil magnet H.L. Hunt, Jr., the bridge is said to have cost $182 million. That’s a cost of $97,326.20 for each foot of the bridge’s 1870 foot span.
While that’s a lot of money, it was well worth the expense because the bridge allowed me to conveniently cross the Trinity River on my way to have lunch with a friend at Babb Bros. BBQ & Blues. I got the three-meat combo for $11.50, which seemed a little high to me. When I saw the tiny paper “bowl” in which they served the food, I thought it was more than a little high. But my meal was right tasty! For my three meats, I got the St. Louis pork ribs, lean brisket, and jalapeño cheese sausage. My buddy also got the three meat special, but he ordered the moist (fatty) brisket, the pulled pork, and the hickory link sausage. We shared with one another, so I got to taste six meats. For my sides, I got collard greens and pinto beans; he got Daisy’s cheesy potatoes and pinto beans. Again, we shared so we could get a more complete experience.
Despite the fact that it was a hot day, we opted to sit outside on the covered patio. Halfway through the meal, though, we went inside to avoid the swarms of flies that attempted to take the food off our plates. Inside, it was much cooler and there were fewer creatures to content with.
I would go back, despite the price, because the food was good. And, more importantly, the area of town in which the place sits is about to erupt into a really cool area, with lots of restaurants, clubs, interesting retail, and the like. I guess the bridge really serves as an economic pipeline into an area of Dallas that, heretofore, was economically depressed.
Normally, I would have taken a photo of the food, but I suppose I was not normal that day. So, instead, I took a picture of the bridge as we were leaving. We crossed back over the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge on the way home.
And that, as some people (but not me) like to say, is a wrap.
Love that piece, Juan! Kafka’s creativity spanned the bridge between sanity and insanity, I think, poor pun intended!
It would help if I posted a copy of the poem!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPxvNmbTWnU
When I think of bridges, I think of Kafka’s “The Bridge.” This is a good rendition of the story that works very well as a children’ story.
Before we cover this poem in class, I often ask students, “When have you ever acted as a bridge?”
The responses are interesting.
Laughing! Me too!
Of course, Trish! Jalapeños keep me alive and happy!
….and I can’t help but notice here in the line-up, you’d made sure you received your doses of “jalapeño!” Way to go, John….might not have been complete without them! 😉