San Antonio, Redux

Given that my vocation has me visiting San Antonio on a semi-regular basis nowadays, I figured I'd stop visiting the same four places whenever I was in town and defer to a higher authority on all things San Antonio, Mr. Amatourist himself. The man is a host to rival all hosts, and may very well be the nicest man alive and I'm not joking. Not even a little. Now, the only real problem with that is that he's set an insanely high bar for himself the next time I come to town. Free bars of gold? Human flight? I'm counting on it.

Our first stop along the way was the grand opening party of the Ocho Lounge which we later discovered, after being offered about seven free drinks, that we had unknowingly crashed. After the final gratis margarita was downed, we parted and I had my orders for the following day: go to Gwendolyn.

A very cool hotel. Gives you the feeling Larry McMurtry's going to jump out from around a corner.

Around this unassuming brick path...

Awesome atmosphere, cool people, and free drinks.

Gwendolyn, The Old 97's and beers deshabille, after the jump. 

Brooklyn Brooklyn Take Me In

Brooklyn sojourns, including Brooklyn flea.

 More after the jump.

Red Fox Inn

The Girl and I hit the Red Fox Inn in Middleburg, VA for the V-Day celebrations. While it was a lovely space, often frequented by JFK and Jackie O in their heyday, for what we paid I was rewarded with a mushroom risotto that resembled poster paste and The Girl was rewarded with a pork chop that could have doubled for a hockey puck in a pinch. Overall, great ambiance, but lackluster food.

The champion of the evening was the Hunt Country Chardonnay from Piedmont Winery in Virginia. Slight sweetness, a surprising oakiness given the lack of oak aging, and a really well-rounded wine for the price and, well, that it's from Virginia...