After the slight snarkiness of yesterday’s post, I return to my originally positive programming. [Although I'm still mad at you, Delta.] Part of the reason I was so stressed coming home was that yesterday at noon my best friend growing up–that’s about 15 years of friendship–arrived in Austin, making her my very first visitor EVER.
Naturally, I had thought over and over about what we should do, where we should go, and–most importantly–what we should eat. I consulted my own “Newcomer’s Guide to Austin“* to analyze potential points of interest, and debated about which tacos really were the best and attempted to rank the hundreds of BBQ possibilities in order of ambiance, taste, and quirkiness in a TLC Four Weddings-style showdown.
*And laughed that the very first thing I tell people to do is go to a grocery store that is now somewhat of a ‘rival.‘
I then realized that there is too much to do and DEFINITELY too much to eat, and that the best thing to do would be to just shrug my shoulders and just see what happened.
Liz: “A turkey sandwich with cheese and avocado.”*
*I choose friends who are the complete opposite of me and have razor-like decision-making abilities. It’s important to balance out when ordering at restaurants so the server doesn’t become completely annoyed.
And thus, we ended up at Foodheads for lunch, where Liz was able to get her turkey and avocado sandwich (on very tasty sourdough bread), and I had the Salmon Salad Salad…
…impressive not only in its alliteration, but in its simple, undiluted flavor. [This is the salad I coveted during my first Foodheads visit, and the one I reinvented earlier this year.] I of course needed extra pickles on the side.After that, the day just barreled on, full speed ahead. [OK, this is Austin time, so "full speed" is about 30 miles per hour...but still. We were busy.] First, a jaunt around South Congress, to peek in boutiques, investigate quirky imports and design finds at Tesoros and Uncommon Objects, marvel at the number of trailers that seem to pop up overnight……and remember what makes Austin weird—and amazing.
Of course, the thing about Austin is it’s hot. But the type of hot where you sometimes don’t realize just how hot it is until you’re back at your car and you have a headache and you need water….and maybe a Diet Coke.
After a bit of relaxtion, I got to introduce Liz to the Austin food blogger world at a Chef’s Tasting Event at Haddington’s (the second one this year). I’ll post more on this later–it deserves more attention–but it was great fun to see Liz’s reaction to the frenzy of photography and grabbing for bites from the waiters before they could even make it into the room.
Hey, I had to get in there with my booklight, and I didn’t actually knock anyone over…so what’s the problem with being a little aggressive?
…what’s the point, really?)
Burger? Amazing. Fries? Not so much. But it’s not called Hut’s French Fries, is it? Liz was able to satisfy the hankering for fried pickle chips that seized her around 2:00 in the afternoon.Because I’m not the most thoughtful hostess, and didn’t factor into account that my guest might be tired after all of this, I had also bought tickets to a later-at-night event at the Alamo Drafthouse downtown. What “event” you might ask?
I know she was skeptical. And then I was skeptical. But watching hours of JT concert footage, dancing and singing to all of his music videos, AND watching the downward spiral of *NSYNC as slowly Justin was the only one given anything to do and you could just see the resentment in Joey and Chris’s faces….