We ended up getting into town a little too late in the afternoon for lunch, but there was still optimistic talk of an early dinner/late dinner move. Unfortunately, by the time we hit the ground running there was rain, so we ducked into the first Riverwalk spot that looked good, which was an Irish pub.
And here's the other unfortunately. The reason the pub "looked good" was that it was playing the UT game, regarding which Dan had recently informed me, "I didn't think I cared about this game, but then I remembered that I do." It's possible there was more elaboration on the subject, but that was the gist. In case you don't know, the goings on weren't pretty, but all I cared about was that my when-in-Rome policy was being put to the test: Guinness because I'm in an Irish pub or something more Texy Mexy because I'm in San Antonio? Difficult times. I went with my more immediate surroundings, and the Guinness. Temporary detour from my beautiful, beautiful culinary plans.
Next we moved on to....another sports bar.
|Losing grace: people born in 1989 can drink beer and I am old.|
No worries, we rallied. Late dinner came through like a champ. We decided on Biga on the Banks, which ended up being very good for our 9:00 date. Sorry about the picture quality, but I'm not quiiiiiite obnoxious enough to attempt good pictures in a nice dark restaurant. Yet.
|I think it was called a Cuzco salad. And it had giant corn-looking things that, having just this second Googled, turn out to be...Giant Corn.|
|Salmon. Boring choice probably, but nice crispy skin and saffron mashers underneath.|
|Sticky toffee pudding, sticky toffee pudding, sticky toffee pudding.|
|Here is one decision in my life that I will never regret. It looks like biscuits.|
|Dan went for waffles, and if I hadn't tasted the biscuits, I wouldn't judge him for this at all.|
|Jalapeño jelly! I always suspected I would like you, and I do. Call me.|
|DUN DUN D--no, just our beers, it wasn't scary.|
I still bought a T-shirt.