So the cold-er weather months have issued themselves in, and that means days of clouds and rain, save for a few sunny afternoons that allow us to drive around and enjoy the city without being covered in acid rain.
Jake and I spent last weekend in Dallas, doing the whole Meet The Parents routine and seeing a few choice landmarks around the metroplex. I warned him allthewhile- Dallas is only for food and for shopping, and it is terribly romantic in the winter if you have money and hang out in the right places.
The car ride was the best I have ever had to sit through, and as soon as we exited the highway, we hit up The Old Monk for a few beers to take the edge off handshakes and nervous smiles. I stuck to my usual wheat beers, enjoying a Franziskaner, and then eventually having my first Hoegaarden that was served the right way, in a 50 Cl glass with the traditional lemon. After we soaked up enough of the atmosphere, I took us down lower Greenville, where we then decided to have one last pint before dinner at The Libertine Bar, indulging in Sierra Nevada's Christmas Ale, which wasn't too far off from their normal pale ale. But we won't complain too much.
Dinner was at Blue Mesa, a Dallas Tex Mex hodgepodge that lends its good reputation out as being delicious, stylish, and some place that is sure to make your Friday night seem like what you imagine New York lounges to be like. We gorged on sweet potato chips, enchiladas and fajitas, and enjoyed a few plates of chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. After we said our goodnights and hugged the parents in the room, we headed home after a failed attempt to be cool at Fallout Lounge, which ended up playing more bad hits from the 90s than Jake and I cared for. We left without finishing our drinks, and ended up passing out on my grandpa's couch watching 30 Rock. Oh how it feels to be young and hip.
The next morning I was adamant on showing Jake a good time in Dallas, even though we only had a few hours to burn. Southern eggs and bacon at grandpa's house was a nice appetizer, but we had bigger fish to fry, so we were off to Cafe Brazil to experience Dallas diner fare. The roasted stuffed breakfast relleno was to die for, and although the plethora of unlimited coffee is usually the only selling point I need to eat here, my antibiotics were upsetting my stomach every time I even took a sip. Next time...
Dallas has a few good things to show to a traveler, although it has taken me years to find a lot of them. The Sixth Floor Museum was perfect for a couple of cynical conspiracy theorists, as this Dallas jewel glorifies the mess that was the JFK assassination. We laughed, we cried, and we left feeling a little bit closer to the late president, especially after standing in the same exact spot he was supposedly shot from.
Lunch was going to happen just a few hours after our second breakfast, but as I had warned, Dallas has great food everywhere you look. So we were off to Snuffers for gluttonous burgers and their famous cheese fries, which I was determined to get and finish myself. A few days later, I still don't feel like myself.
Well, we are back in Austin messing around and eating cheap breakfast tacos, living simply again. I just over drafted on my bank account, leaving me with that same feeling I used to have in Austin last summer when I was on my own at Buffalo Exchange. Except this time it's because I keep wasting my money on imported magazines.
Thanks Dallas!
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