'I wrote that song in Hondo, west of San Antone,' he said. 'Ever been there?' 'San Antonio yeah, Hondo never.' 'Ha. Keep it that way. Except...the Sons of Hermann Steak House. Go to Hondo for the steakhouse, then get out. Well, eat, then get out. These chilliburgers they make - hey! Two big beef patties the size of a mitt, chopped halapenos in between, and melted jack all over. Man oh man.' 'So that song, the song that made you, you wrote that in the Sons of Hermann Steak House in Hondo?' 'Hell no, some parking lot. But listen, when you bite through that beef and POW, the hot sauce hits you, that is the best.' 'So where did the inspiration come from?' 'Well I guess a lot of people liked burgers, a lot liked Mexican food, so...' 'No no. For the song.' 'For the song? Jesus. That's a long time ago, boy.'
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