Monday, October 19, 2009

Me and MoWo Eat: Justine's



Me and MoWo (the best eating and drinking pal a girl could have) went to Justine’s deeeep in the heart of east Austin last week. Oh….my….god. What can I say? It’s the whole flippin package (well at least everything that’s important in my pants):

• Ambiance: Justine’s is in the cutest little house (built in 1937) east of I-35. It’s cozy and candlelit on the inside and the real vinyl records being played is a nice touch among many of “just the little things”. We sat inside because it was still muggy and overcast but I can’t wait to get back to enjoy the huge patio and play a round of petanque now that fall is here.

• Service: Every single member of the wait staff we encountered from hostess to bartender, our waitress and the busboy (who directed me to the bathroom when I looked lost) was gracious. Our server managed that perfect balance between getting us just what we wanted when we wanted it without being invasive or rushing us through our meal. In fact, we were there for a little over three hours and never felt encouraged to give up our table even though the place was packed with plenty of peeps waiting for a spot.

• And uh…the food: 1.) Escargots a la Bourguignonne: Gorgeous, buttery and garlicky… 2.) Filet de Poisson: This was red snapper in a buerre blanc w/ green beans. The snapper was perfectly pan seared (nice and crispy on the outside just like I like). 3.) The motherf*&king crème brulee: This is what they are known for and I can see why. The crème was cremalishous (super rich and creamy) with crunchy sugary shell with just the right slate like consistency. Get you some of this. My poor colleague went upon my recommendation and they were outta the stuff by 7:00 pm. They open at 6:00 pm, y’all. That should tell you what a hot commodity this stuff is.

• Bang for the buck: For all that divine food and ahem…a cocktail and some wine, I was outta there for only $40. That ain’t bad for a lovely night out for good food, good drink and good company.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

ACL Old Foggy Style


Talk about the perfect storm of hand placement, trusting Tarlac with the camera and my utter failure at being cool...there are so many things wrong with this picture that I don’t even know where to start. Talk amongst yourselves.

This weekend, I am doing what I swore I would never do again…attend the ACL festival. However, I was fortunate enough to luck into some VIP passes meaning I am resting in style in the VIP Grove between shows. This gives me access to free drinks, free food, misters, shade, air conditioned and CLEAN bathrooms and even spa treatments. Yes, it’s a delight and yes, all that freedom is leading to excess. Example: my sis-in-law, Camille, and I upon having our first free cocktail say to each other… “Oh, let’s keep each other honest and pace ourselves. This could be dangerous.” Second drink… “You know what a better plan is? Drink as much as we can back here so we have a good buzz when we are watching the shows.” And as if that plan doesn’t sound dodgy enough, it then turned into.. “You know…we could just pour cocktails in these thermoses and drink those when we are at the shows.” You may notice that I am not mentioning anything about Tarlac. That’s because he had no fear of excess and this is how the night ended for him…

Camille and I taking turns holding him by his shirt, shuffling out with the masses. Unable to support the weight of his own head, he kept letting his own cranium fall down onto my head as well as Camille’s. He thought this was hiiiiiilarious…that Camille and I should come up with a plan to head butt him all the way home.