Dan and I went a-travelin' this weekend, which can only mean one thing: an inadvisable amount of food, and an inexcusable amount of pictures thereof. First stop was the Pecan Lodge at the Dallas Farmer's Market.
|Pretty sure this is what heaven tastes like for people who worship fire.|
|This is called a Hot Mess, which I intuited to mean I should dive in face-first.|
|They served me one very good drink and one very bad drink. I ordered the same thing twice, from the same bartender. Exciting!|
Still pretty full the next day, so teensy tinsy breakfasts at Buzzbrews.
|At least mine had vegetables in it.|
And then on to Cowtown! Hard for pictures to do justice to Tex-Mex, but La Familia didn't disappoint in the least. They also have an admirable penchant for setting things on fire, though I was too slow on the draw to get a picture.
|Imagine all this, but also your margarita is EN FUEGO.|
We also managed to sneak in a European-hours dinner (read: 10 pm) at Nonna Tata, but the pictures just look like "pasta in the dark." It was juuuuuust cool and inaccessible enough to make me 100% determined to return. I WILL EAT MORE OF YOU, DARK PASTAS.
Anyway, the Fort Worth bed and breakfast we stayed in was very charming, although I could not for the life of me remember what state we were in.
|Probably a ghost in this picture if you squint real hard. And drink some whiskey.|
|THIS ONE IS A BOOT SCRAPE.|