tosh wrote:Went to Austin for a family wedding a couple of years ago - got me a can of armadillo soup to show for it!
The Driskill Hotel is worth wandering around and seeing the decor, there is a bar that advertises 'fish and chips' and you actually get fish and potato chips (crisps) I laughed at the waitress when she brought them out - quite possibly the worst meal I ate in my life. There is some good BBQ places, Ironworks and Rubys are two I recall enjoying.
Fogo De Chao is worth it if you want to eat meat and laugh at the waiters in silly outfits
There is a Joe Strummer mural up somewhere along Guadalupe Street near the university and there is an above average English pub not to far away from that area - The Dog and Duck.
Otherwise if your walking the whole area around the University and the Governors House is pretty interesting to wander around, if you have a car get out into some of the neighborhoods there are some amazing little pockets of houses to drive around
Sounds like my kinda place.
Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.
Hey tep, I'm going to LA this weekend. Will you be working at all?
Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.
Oh yeah, Austin was fun. It was hot as hell, I wish I had rented a car. I had a new appreciation for LBJ after visiting his museum. I couldn't find a bar that didn't have live music. We finally found one and then a screamo band came on. I thought it was 2003 again. The bats never came out of the bridge so we got to bbq late and there were no ribs left. Here is a photo from me at the wedding -
And later me accidentally macking on girls at karaoke.
I was sweating a lot.
Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.