Last night I was treated to a lovely evening at Vevo on the east side. Their margaritas are strong. Like, put hair on your chest strong. But they come with dainty little orchids on the rim to try and fool you. Chipotle enchiladas and a huge bowl of guac to share on a colorful covered patio? I give it an A.
For lunch today my sis and I tried Phil's Ice House, which is owned by the same folks who created Austin's legendary Amy's ice cream. Big ass burgers, sweet potato fries, and the coldest Coke I have ever had. All of this turned into the most excellent treatment for my tequila hangover.
Update for the family: still no little Mac. My nephew seems reluctant to leave the womb. I don't blame him. Austin summers are pretty oppressive.
Peace out.
