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I'm a Texas expat, so I'm going to have to say Shiner, even though I'm not sure if it counts. I spend a lot of time upstate, so I'm also a big fan of Saranac's lager.

Just so you know, Angelo's has the authentic atmosphere, but the food just isn't there. I prefer Cousin's. It's newer and has that prefab look, but the food is 100% real, and the brisket is a thing of beauty. Also, Angelo's doesn't have Shiner Bock on tap, and part of the barbeque joint experience is a huge frosty goblet of Shiner. Not that you're into that sort of thing, being a non-drinker.

Also, Kincaid's is pretty darn good, but not the best burger in the country. It is very much like the Burger Joint in NYC, I'd say.

Never tried Caro's- it must be new. I'll try it next time I'm back home, it looks pretty great.

I'd say go to Joe T Garcia's next time you're in town, but the food only tastes good after one of their famous margaritas, so perhaps not. But if it's authentic Fort Worth atmosphere you want, eating in the garden by the pool is pretty awesome on a spring evening.

Taco Salad with Hidden valley Ranch on top- it has to be HV ranch, it just tastes right.

ny strip

hellman's mayo, cheddar cheese, ripe tomato, romaine, and soft whole grain bread

Sirloin! Oh please let me win one! I love a good juicy steak.

My favorite cheese is ricotta salata

A Brazilian cut called Picana.

For Mario lovers out there his show re-runs every day on Fine Living now.

Gelato and biscotti dipped in vin santo.

In the South we call it Dressing and it doesn't see the inside of a turkey, but that's gross anyway. My favorite is simply fresh cornbread, butter, onion, celery, sage and stock.

The best thing I ate in Portugal was angolan roast chicken with piri piri sauce- it was so tender and delicious, and tenderness isn't something most Portuguese meals strive for. I found the place in Rick Steves.

My favorite flatbread is definitely a fresh steaming hot corn tortilla bought from a little old lady on the side of the road in Monterrey, Mexico. My uncle lives there, and knows the best places to go. The old lady then counts out your tortillas and puts them in a plastic bag that steams up. You have to eat at least one on the ride home before you make them into quesadillas or tacos.