Thursday, March 16, 2006
What I Learned In San Antonio
- The Radisson Downtown Market Square is in neither downtown nor Market Square. If you’ve got to go to the convention center, stay at the Marriott Riverwalk or Hilton Palacio del Rio. If you’re taking your lovely for a romantic weekend getaway, stay at the Omni La Mansion Del Rio or the Westin Riverwalk and get a riverwalk view with a balcony.
- The Riverwalk – also known as Paseo del Rio – will be cool for about 20 minutes, then you’ll realize you’re in the middle of a crowded tourist trap. The people watching is fun, though. Unfortunately I didn’t see anyone tumble into the river, but I was told it happens at least once per evening. I did see three dudes getting arrested over the course of the week, so that was nice.
- Looking for kickass Mexican food? You won’t find it on the Riverwalk, though it is fun to sit out there on a patio and chow down. Café Ole (file that one under stupid multilingual puns) was the best we could find over there (and I was very much into the hottie hostess), but the Republic of Texas was vile. Zuni Grill looked good if you wanted Southwestern, and the Italian places were average at best. As for the places I didn’t have time to get to, Acenar looked to be the best of the bunch, a little further up the river.
- Oh yeah, kickass Mexican food. Mi Tierra Café and Pico de Gallo are your destinations (at least in-town), over in Market Square. Mi Tierra had by far the best flour tortillas I’ve ever had (they were transcendent – yes, tortillas so good they can be described as transcendent), and their panaderia (that’s bakery for you gringos) is unfuckingbelievable, dulces like you couldn’t even imagine. As the neon sign out front says, "We Never Close", so if you’re looking for menudo (not the boy band, asshat) at three in the morning, head on over.
- The Alamo? BFD. I took a picture and moved on. I can say I’ve been there, that’s about all it requires.
- Be careful drinking at some of the spots around the Hyatt. Seven dollars for a draft Shiner Bock in a plastic cup? Fuck you Crazy Sam’s, everywhere else in the entire city Shiner was no more than $3.50.
- Cielo Lounge looked pretty cool, and though I was rocking the classy threads, my buds were not, so we couldn’t explore the place further.
- Daddy flies first class. His
- That blazer I thought was brown is actually forest green. But dammit, in the low light of my closet the fucker is brown, I swear. Regardless, I looked good.
- posted by Liebs @ 9:16 PM
