Breaking Bread in Texas

I’ve been working in Texas.  
I’ve been working on a movie and have a few old friends working with me on this project. 
I arrived first and slipped into my standard routine: find a grocery store, figure out my food and do a rough meal prep. Then find the gym - the random hotel gym is great in a pinch - but I’ll often have time to venture out, explore the area and get some day passes at the towns big box gyms. 
All was glorious… until my friends showed up. 
These MANIACS want to go to dinner EVERY SINGLE NIGHT!!

And I’m not sure if anyone else has warned you but Texas does BBQ really, really well. Like extraordinarily well. I’m being forced to consider faking a strained hamstring to get out of going to dinner with some of my closest friends. 
The quiet night, prepped and boring food, some light reading, and early to bed, that’s my ideal.
There aren’t horrible options at the Texas bbq spots, turkey/chicken and greens. But sitting in these embracing rooms, smelling everything else on the menu, while watching people throw back fatty brisket and mac and cheese, really isn’t much fun. 
I’m never offended when my friends don’t join me at the gym in the morning, maybe they won’t be offended when I beg off dinner?