It’s impossible to find
It’s impossible to find good Tex-Mex in Austin. It’s like there’s a great divide between here and San Antonio, which is a little over an hour’s drive to the south, and contains some of the most sublime Tex-Mex known to man. Here, good food at any random Tex-Mex restaurant is the exception, where in San Antonio it’s the rule. Living in the most whitebread section of west Austin takes us even farther away from where the good Tex-Mex restaurants seem to congregate.
I know that there are those of you who are at this very moment crying foul, that Austin has fantastic Tex-Mex and just look at Chuy’s, for example. To this I say: feh. Chuy’s sucks, positively reeks compared to any hole in the wall San Antonio dive. And you can’t get good barbacoa in this town either. Hub and I have to sate our barbacoa cravings when we visit San Antonio or Houston. I’m too much of a gringa to eat the lengua or tripas that he enjoys, though. Just call me Guera.
Strange dream for the day: I had a dream that hub, the 2 year old, and I went to New Orleans. They went out someplace and I had to pee, so I sat on the toilet but something went wrong and it got all over the floor of the bathroom and closet and living area. Hub came back, and I heard him put the key in the door and I yelled for him to wait just a minute but he didn’t, so he saw the huge mess I had made and got angry with me. I got even angrier with him for ignoring me when I told him to wait and it turned into a huge fight.
This is obviously related to the fact that the toilet upstairs overflowed and leaked through the wood plank ceiling into the kitchen yesterday. I’m getting a little bored with the New Orleans dreams, though. I’d like to visit Las Vegas tonight.