Apparently the food here is excellent, too, but I didn’t have a chance to try it since, by the time I got there, the kitchen was closed.
Oh well—next time!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Sangria is Not Fruit Juice
I went here last night, where Riki’s birthday festivities were in progress. Shortly after my arrival, I found myself sipping (inhaling) delicious sangria in Mason jars with brightly colored paper umbrellas. This had me shortly thereafter declaring Spartacus as my husband (although, let’s face it, I do that when stone cold sober, so I can’t fault the sangria for that) and loudly advocating for karaoke as the next chapter of the birthday festivities.
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Oh dear, I'm sorry I missed the best part. Were you standing on the table during the declaration?
ReplyDeleteI can attest to the fact that the food is delicious. In fact, I may have to move to this part of Austin so that I can be closer to those palm hearts.
All that was missing was a lampshade atop my head.
ReplyDeleteThat settles it—I need to get back there STAT and temper my sangria with solids.