I am constantly amazed by how much great food there is in Austin. Our store is lucky enough to be on the same block as Lamberts, La Condesa and Leaf. We are fortunate to be on the same street as Jo’s Coffee Shop, Taverna, Austin Java, Cru, and Coal Vines. And if you venture further down there’s 2nd Bar and Kitchen and Berry Austin. This is all on our street. You could be full and happy at any and all of these places. If you venture off in any direction you could end up at Bob’s Steak and Chophouse, the Bonneville (a personal favorite), III Forks, and I could go on and on and on.
My problem is that I live and work in this area. Why is that a problem? Because there’s no need to venture more than a block or two for an amazing meal. And I haven’t even scratched the surface of all of the culinary hotspots, Top Chef winners and James Beard recipients or renowned food trucks that are all throughout the city. I told myself that when I moved here, I would constantly try new places and I’ve failed in that. That changes now.
I’m going to start hitting some of these places up and I’ll report back. I’m no food critic, but I know what I like. I know when service is good and when it isn’t. I know what places I would recommend to anyone who walks in the store and I know what places never seem to be on that list. Take my advice, listen to my recommendations or ignore me completely…that’s your choice. But if you’re interested in some Austin dining information, I’ll try my best to provide it. These will be my likes and dislikes and mine alone, and I’ll try to be fair. I’ll have more tomorrow…because it starts then.
We are 100 days until the first college football game of the 2013 season. That is all.
Dustin is a co-owner in Gameday Cloth and is in Austin running our 2nd Street District location. He had wonderful things to share with his Mom as well:
I have no one specific memory that stands out about my mom. I say that only because she’s been consistently great for my entire life. She was always the one who cheered the loudest at youth soccer games, always the one to help me and my sister with our homework, always the one who took care of the family (whether sick, elderly, recovering, etc). She was also the most thoughtful member of the family, the one who makes me laugh the hardest and the one that I miss most often. She’s the conscience, the heart and soul, and the rock in my family and I can’t put into words how much I love her and how much she’s meant to all of us. Happy mother’s day Glenda!
So I asked my family to submit Mom Memory’s as well. Not to be entered, but I was so moved by everyone’s submissions that I wanted to share it with my own Mom. Here is what my older sister sent in from Kentucky:
My memories of mom are too many to try to count. She has been our defender, our protector and our supporter and our cheerleader. She has doctored wounds and wiped away tears - Always quick with a hug and encouragement.
She lifts us up in prayer and is willing to trust God with our todays and our tomorrows.
She let us run off to the four corners making sure we understand we always have a place to return (which we all have at one time or another!!) We can always count on a wonderful meal and some good conversation. No one can deny she’s a regular gourmet!!
She let us take on the world standing on our own two feet, but is still always there to encourage us when it isn’t going well, share some wisdom when we’re making a wrong turn, or dust us off when we land on our butts- yet she also celebrates our victories more sincerely than anyone else.
I know moms love their kids, but God did an extra special job when he made ours.
Thank you for all of your love Mom, none of us would be where we are without it!
My favorite “Mom Memory” centers around my wedding day in December 2011. My Mom helped me plan every detail of my wedding, from the floral arrangements to the music to the food selections! Choosing all of these special details was such a fun bonding experience for my Mom and I. She and I both wanted the wedding day to be perfect…and it was!
My Mom was there to help me put on my beautiful gown, and the expression on her face when I walked down the aisle was priceless. She was so proud of her “little girl”. As my Dad walked me down the aisle, my Mom grabbed my hand and gave it a sweet little squeeze. I could feel her unconditional love in that one little touch. Fortunately, the photographer captured this special moment, and I’ll never forget it. :)
When I was little and it was close to bed time, every night I would ask my mom to “pet my head” (play with my hair). She would just lay next to me and mess with my hair til I fell asleep. To this day when I’m going to sleep I just lay there and twirl my hair…