I worked in a restaurant outside Houston in the 90’s and Dusty Hill came in almost every weekend. We got to know each other well and I became his personal/requested server after a short time. I knew what he wanted every time and it got to the point that I never had to ask what he wanted to order.
I will never forget:
Started off with a rusty nail followed by domestic beer
A half-dozen oysters
If he ordered dinner, it was the stuffed flounder.
On one Christmas eve, he came in alone to wish us well and he gave me a gold ZZ Top emblem to hang on a chain. I still have it to this day