Behold, Houston's one saving grace.
They have a Potbelly.
I haven't had Potbelly for three months, since the last time I was in Chicago. It's not even my favorite chain available in the Chicagoland area, but I can't get it in Louisiana, and it's nice to have options outside of: McDonald's, Burger King, or Taco Bell.
My dinner was good, I had forgotten how good Potbelly is - however - it did not wash away my dislike of Houston. I almost had a panic attack walking out of a CVS by myself. It was probably an overreaction, but upon walking out of the CVS I was knocked sideways with the feeling of impending doom as two men followed me out of the store. All manner of scenario burst into my cerebellum, not the least of which was getting robbed and possibly stabbed (again, Houston seems like a knife city) before I could even make it to my car. I don't know if I've just grown accustomed to small town living - or to the fact that I usually always have a soldier escort to protect me, but I just don't feel safe here.
I don't like it here. I never will.