We drive through Bedford fairly frequently
running errands, seeing family, and avoiding the
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traffic on Texas Highway 183.
On several of those occasions I’d noticed a cute little sign for Bizzi’s
Bistro; we always said we’d stop for lunch ‘next time’. Well, ‘next time’
finally came. But before I tell you about our lunch, I have to tell you about
the city of Bedford. This town is part of the Hurst-Euless-Bedford ‘metro-mess’
and is generally referred to in the context of H-E-B. One of my favorite
stories about this area comes from a teacher friend. She had just graduated
from a large university in central Texas and was looking for a job. Of course
she went to a placement councilor who helped her in that search. This was at a
time when teaching positions, even those for science, were few and far between;
so her councilor was elated when a position opened in the North Texas area.
However, my friend was a bit dumbfounded when presented with an interview that
sent her to HEB; she thought she was interviewing with a food store. And
although HEB may, indeed, remind you of grocery shopping, it is actually a
rather attractive place to work.
