Thanks to that Angel of Brisket named Aaron Franklin, this town is lousy with great BBQ. And given that BBQ is one of the four major food groups in Texas (along with chicken fried steak, tacos, and tequila), that's a damn good thing.
Let's see: mountains, cool air, rainwater beer, pizza, and green chile. Could this be heaven?
Everything was prepared to perfection, the red fish elucidating groans of pleasure from the bride, the Reuben-loving brother-in-law loving his Reuben, and me savoring my savory pork-n-grits.
Located in Soho, Sadelle's serves up fresh bagels and brunch with a French-cafe-quaint vibe.
Whelp, hasn't it been an interesting coupla months?
Any Texas county seat worth its chicken fried steak has one: a cafe on the square serving up Texas comforts like a fine pile of migas, a decent hamburger, or your basic eggs and bacon.
The Devil's Burger (ciabatta, grilled jalapeno, pepper jack cheese, jalapeno mayo, lettuce, tomato, pickle, and onions; $10.5), named after the nearby Devils River, is their specialty, and it is simply fantastic (two months later I'm still thinking about that burger...).