Bone Daddy's House of Smoke in Grapevine has everything a guy could want:
Crisp flat screens everywhere you look. Good, filling BBQ. And girls. Lots of beautiful girls.
My buddy, Dave, recently returned from his six-week exile of summer in the Rockies. He lives for "breastaurants," so as we took the north exit from DFW Airport onto 114, he practically willed my car to exit William D Tate and go directly to the always crowded Bone Daddy's, which just so happens to be right across from Hooters and Buffalo Wild Wings.
We started with the chips, which have such an amazing seasoning that I have to be careful not to fill up on the appetizer. Dave had his usual, beer can chicken (there is actually a beer can shoved into a marinated whole chicken) and I had the peppered turkey sandwich and great fries.
The reason Dave (the self-proclaimed breastaurant king) loves this particular location is the girls. They all look as if they've spent the afternoon taking kickboxing aerobics or going to spin class. Their abs are immaculately toned and on display as their T-shirts are tied up just right.
Dave and I are wading through all of the breastaurants in the Metroplex -- tough job, huh?! -- but so far Bone Daddy's in Grapevine emerges as "a perfect 10!"