We all wanted a southwestern name for the place. A woman's name, something with appeal that felt intimate and friendly. Arguing back and forth over "Cowgirl this" and "Coyote that" got us no place. It was my sisters idea to hang around the Central Plaza and ask some of the old-time cowboys for advice. "Fine", said Mom, "You decide, I don't care, just hurry up, and tell your brother so he can do the signs and print some flyers." Sis did go talk to those old boys who sat and smoked in the shade by the bandstand. She asked them, "What is your most cherished memory? The best, most wonderful thing you have ever known? Something that will always, always makes you smile no-matter what." They were a little shy at first, but finally agreed unanimously. When I heard it, I just couldn't help but go way-way over the top with the artwork (I thought Mom would be mad).
The restaurant has really worked out OK. Yup, "Rodeo Whore" is quite the little success story, and man do we sell a lot of t-shirts online!
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