Weird things do happen in Austin, a city known for its exciting restaurants, deep in the heart of Texas, famous for meat, BBQ and big everything. So, what’s a vegetarian to do when the whole workshop gang votes to grab lunch near the hotel and walks to a rustic little place touting 40-years of award-winning Texas BBQ? Well, when in Texas…
First, there are a few, then hundreds, quickly followed by thousands. Soon the sky is dotted with over a million bats off on their nightly forage for food. They are cheered on by hundreds of spectators who crowd the Congress Avenue Bridge in Austin. Hundreds more line the banks of Lady Bird Lake, and even more watch from tour boats in the water.
The Texas Hill Country is a place where cowboy meets white collar, rural meets metropolitan, and hills and bluffs meet flat land—the contrasts and diversity bring harmony and wonderment to this area and beckon you to stay a little longer.
Boots thud across the wooden porch, past the traditional triangle chuck wagon dinner bell that they use to call everyone in for meals. And from the moment you cross the threshold… you are family.
Restaurant506 doesn’t come with flash and pizzazz, a huge sign, or a typical restaurant building. This Arlington treasure is tucked inside the manor house of The Sanford House Inn & Conference Center located at 506 North Center Street.
Adventurists equipped with binoculars, camera, compass, sturdy hiking boots, sun hat, sunscreen, water bottle, backpack, and layers of clothing are required to obtain a back-country use permit for all remote camping, river adventures, and horses.
Between pours of two medium reds, the server shares that the vineyard grows grapes for other vintners, as well as for its own wines. The tasting closes with a sampling of Jaquez, a dark red, slightly sweet port, while the server carefully wraps purchased bottles of favorite wines and crystal glasses etched with the vineyard logo for the ride home.
Lazily strolling along, I was listening to the sound of my own steps crunching on the pebble-strewn path and stopping every so often to rest in a patch of shade that dappled the walkway before me. Watching the comings and goings of the bees flitting from one bloom to the next, inhaling the sweet smell of lilies and honeysuckle heavy in the air, and listening to the sound of trickling water, one could easily forget such things as deadlines and due dates. Luckily, Shangri La isn’t an escape available only to an enlightened few but to everyo
In Brenham, Texas, about halfway between Houston and Austin, there is an old carousel in the city’s Fireman’s Park. I can remember my father taking me for a ride on that carousel about sixty-five years ago. Recently, I had a chance to revisit the park and it brought back many vivid memories.