Last meal in Austin and it’s a breakfast. The Monster doesn’t like breakfast all that much so he needs to find a place that will serve up some lunch items early in the morn. Enter Annie’s Cafe and Bar.
The space itself is pedestrian/mishmosh/craphouse. Concrete floors but farmhouse doors. Slick bar but pastoral paintings of fruit. Brick walls but country flourishes. This is design by schizophrenia and it doesn’t work but it’s also not so egregiously bad either.
Eddie V’s is that jazz inflected, martini swilling, beautiful people bobbing steak and seafood joint that every great city has. In LA it’s Mastros and in Austin it’s this hopping spot on San Jacinto and 5th.
To the left of the hostess stand is the lounge and bar where a swinging band belts out “Come Rain or Come Shine” as The Monster glides in. It was the song of his first dance with his bride so it portends to be a great night.
In the Warehouse District in Austin is Swift’s Attic, a terminally hip American small plates gastropub. Everything from the decor to the menu to the clientele has carefully been orchestrated and upon arrival The Monster is impressed.
A cocktail ordered placed and it’s time to peruse the menu as the hipsters in their scruffy beards and wan ways descend like locusts on this second floor boite.
Sure, it’s just a bowl of fruit and some breakfast potatoes from the Old Pecan Street Cafe. And they’re not even all that good. But that doesn’t tell the story here.
Which starts unhappily at the Driskill Hotel and 1886 Cafe…
In the famed Driskill Hotel is this casual spot for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It doesn’t have the same panache as the fancier, dinner only restaurant in the hotel but The Monster is merely looking for a quick bite.
There’s a guy wearing a cowboy hat without irony so you know you’re in Texas. There is also a waiter with a fabulous Texas mustache. The Monster respects.
When coming to Austin The Monster knew there was zero percent chance he would miss Max’s Wine Dive.
It’s renowned for its fried chicken. ‘Nuff said.
It hits and misses.
But the highs are truly great!
And the lows suck ass.
Renowned as the best Portland has to offer, Hugo’s is the spot to experience exquisite degustation menus of six or eight courses of locally sourced and nearly one hundred percent organic ingredients along with wonderful boutique wine pairings.
While one can order a la carte, The Monster puts himself entirely in the hands of the chef for six courses of blind tasting.
Decent eats found here.
Away from the tourist masses.
A welcome respite.
The Monster’s almost shipping out for home and the choices are limited for lunch if he wants to hit a new spot near the hotel. Enter Old Port Sea Grill and Raw Bar.
This is an ugly restaurant trying to be better. The fish tank helps. The horrible painted fish along the wall don’t. There isn’t a lot of charm happening here. Oh well.