Katie A.
Yelp
I'm hoping to fare better with this review than I did with the last two. I dunno if it was because it was an outta-town review or because I didn't drop 10 F-Bombs and make poop and fart references.
It's time to up the motherfucking ante here, ok?
God, I am such a poseur. Really, I should be publicly flogged and made to feel intense shame. Small children ought to point and laugh at me as I cry tears (of a clown). I'll get back to this though.
On a recent trip to Santa Barbara, my companion and I decided to take Historic Route 66 on our way home to Chicago. Highly recommended by the way. Somewhere around Gallup, NM we got it into our heads that we were cowpokes. Driving a noisy, diesel-powered Suburban through the desert while eating chile picante (con limon!) flavored Corn Nuts for days on end will mess with your sense of reality. By the time we hit Amarillo, we had the hats and gosh dog it we needed some damn boots to go with.
Cavender's is the Bloomingdale's for ranch hands. Upon entering the establishment we were immediately greeted and assisted by a clean cut gentleman in starched Wranglers. Any woman with a semblance of a cowboy fetish would have gladly jumped him on the spot.
After ushering us to the men's boot section he said, "My name's Chance, just lemme know if y'all need help with anything."
CHANCE! Chance. That's almost as awesome as "Duke" or "T. Boone" or "Stetson."
The boot selection was so impressive. It took me about half an hour to narrow it down to the Right Pair. And they're real beauts, I tell ya. But not only can one get boots here, there's everything from lassos, lariats, saddles, full Western wear, knives, hats... you can even get a haircut and a shave in their mini-barber shop.
So back to my being a raging poseur! The whole time I was kind of expecting to get laughed out of this place. My obnoxious accent would NEVER allow me to belie myself as a girl born south of the Mason-Dixon line. I could see a Pace Salsa commercial erupting at any moment.
"This stuff made in New York City!"
"NEW YORK CITY!?"
But thankfully we didn't get run out of a rail! Everyone was very nice to us and for that we dropped a King's ransom up in this bitch. These boots are the shit too. I've been sleeping in them. That's what cowboys do, right?
For your enjoyment: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMhaehb5AnE