Double Your Pleasure with Richie and Tony Casillas
After a laughably hollow petition drive designed to cock-block the joint generated a whopping five signatures, the Plano sports bar/tease-atorium opened two months ago and is, from this humble perspective, taking a bite out of nearby Hooter’s.
While I could provide a lengthy diatribe on why the All-Star Game’s lone Ranger (Michael Young) didn’t get off the bench last night, instead, how about a restaurant review served with a side of Cowboys catch-up.
Twin Peaks has bubbly, enthusiastic waitresses with tiny outfits and big, um, ambitions. But you knew that. Hardly unique. What sets it apart from the team that plays in orange shorts are the hi-def plasma TVs on the wall, the free wireless Internet, the expansive menu, the absence of pantyhose, a soundtrtack way more hip than Bill Haley’s “Rock Around the Clock” and, last but not least, Tony Casillas.
You remember Casillas, right? College football’s best lineman and Lombardi Trophy winner in ’85. Second overall pick in the ’86 NFL Draft. Won three Super Bowl rings with the Cowboys. Nesting alongside Fernando Valenzuela and Eduardo Najera on Mexico’s Mount Sportsmore.
These days Casillas owns an oil & gas company in Dallas, toodles around in a Hummer and lunches at Twin Peaks, all the while wedging his foot in the door as a network football analyst on Fox Sports Net Southwest and the like. Bumped into him last week, and between the onions and the ogling we caught up.
Last month he attended a VIP party at Ghostbar celebrating Michael Irvin’s Hall of Fame enshrinement, thrown by Cowboys owner Jerry Jones. Casillas’ report: Irvin was an hour late … Tony Tolbert has had both knees replaced … Russell Maryland is pushing 400 pounds … Chad Hennings is still the All-American boy … and, man, that hostess over there has a great set of … teeth. --Richie Whitt