If you know me, you know I love the whole "southern-music-cowboy boots-two stepping" scene that accompanies the south. However, I am by no means "southern". I wear cowboy boots, I two-step, love me some banjo, and say "y'all", but I would never claim to be a true southerner. I grew up in Springfield, Missouri and learned to ride American Saddlebreds in English saddle-seat and took traditional violin lessons. I am not southern.
That being said. I love the south. I love the heat, I love the people, I love the music.
Nashville, TN has always been one of my favorite places. But Austin has been on my travel list for a long, long time. When I saw that this Food & Wine Festival was happening in Austin, I decided we were going.
That's what I do. I make decisions and do them. 11 hour drive? Sure. No problem. Let's just do it.
So we did. We went to Austin.
I may or may not have cried a few tears of joy/shock/disbelief as we drove into the city.
People have been telling me to go to Austin for some time now. They say it's the new Nashville. While I might not totally agree with that statement, I will agree that this is my place. This is where I belong.
97 degrees and sunny? Perfection. Live music at every bar? My Heaven. Food, kombucha, and the original Whole Foods Market? I can't even.
So about the festival:
Daniel cut his finger off. And I grilled red meat. I also ate beef tongue. Crazy stuff was happening and we had only been at the festival for a few hours. We participated in the world's largest grilling demo led by Chef Tim Love (who is awesome) and I drank tequila at 11 a.m.
I ate the best thing I've ever eaten: a champagne macaroon. Honestly, y'all, it was life changing. Macaroons were followed by bass, lamb, tacos, vegan cookies, champagne, and fried brussel sprouts. I'm just going to show you. Start scrolling:
The sun came out at the end of the afternoon and Daniel and I walked up Congress to see the capital building. After seeing this, I think I get it: I think I understand why Texans have so much pride. I love it. I want it.
We ended our afternoon and began our evening at the local brewery called Hops and Grain. Scroll down and see Daniel's post about that place, he sums it up nicely. While there, we met the three people who would show us a hell of a time on Rainey street. If you're in Austin, check out the Container Bar. It just reinforces everything I love about this city: music, outdoors in the perfect weather, and truly great people.
Apparently I have a freaky arm. So ignore that. Focus on the happiness that this photo portrays. This was a great night and these folks were so much fun! Big thanks to them for serving our country. Friends forever? You best your ass.
I'll end this post for today. Check back for day 2 and keep on scrolling to see what Daniel had to say about bleeding entirely too much blood within the first hour of being at the festival.
Good times, ya'll. Thanks for reading.