Austin traipsing.

I did return to the Broken Spoke last night, and alas, it was not the same, as nothing can ever be the same, but it's still a perfectly delightful place, and I am glad to have gone if only to have removed the onus for it to be as perfect as it was that first time, which only would have kept me from the place. And I did procure more photographic evidence:

This cow keeps vigilant watch just down the street from the premises.

He's still at it!

More neighboring goodness!

Thar she blows!

Clearly this sign does not have my number.