Unwrapping the foil to reveal a carefully sliced roll filled with bliss continues to be part of our Saturday morning routine. The tortas from Taqueria Montenegro remain the best tortas on this side of the universe.
The magical combination of marinated fajita beef, sliced onions, lettuce, guacamole, the trademark green sauce, and a twist of fresh lime juice inside a lightly-toasted sandwich roll will turn any average Saturday morning into an itis-filled average Saturday m0rning. If you are seeing one of these sandwiches sent from heaven for the first time, then you have discovered one of Austin’s best kept secrets.
On March 13th after a Sunday morning stroll around Lady Bird Lake, M&I decided to make a quick stop to the donut shop. An idea popped into our heads to take our glazed donuts and fill them up with everyday breakfast items to create the Breakfast Luther. Scrambled eggs, thick-cut bacon, and mozzarella cheese stack on top of each other between a sliced donut. The contrast of salty and sweet found in traditional Luther burgers is remixed in this breakfast reincarnation.
At the beginning of October, the Texas heat finally took a little bit of time off. The nights were pleasant, so we left the sliding door open and closed the screen door to let the cool air in and keep the critters out.
This daddy longlegs made its way onto the wall near the sliding door. I’ve seen these creatures before, but this is by far the largest one I’ve ever seen.
Shortly after I posted about EZ’s Brick Oven & Grill this past Sunday, I decided to fill out their comment card online. For the feedback section, I just copied the section of my post about my undercooked burger. I received a voicemail the next day from the general manager of that location. He was apologetic and wanted to make everything right. I returned his call, and we set up a meeting time for the next day which was convenient for me since I was going to be in the area around that time.
When I stopped in on Tuesday, he shook my hand and offered me food on the house. I told him that I had already eaten. We sat at a table, and he reiterated what he said on the phone the day before. I explained from my perspective that burgers should not be pink when ordered from a restaurant. I also mentioned that my brother had ordered the smaller size of the same burger and the patty was pink as well. He asked me about everyone else’s food. I took a short moment to recall and told him that it was OK which really meant no big complaints from them. He then gave me his business card with four Be My Guest complimentary entree cards. Score.
Before I started writing this post, I decided to skim through the Yelp reviews. One of the reviews actually mentioned an undercooked burger patty, so that issue must be part of their reputation. I’m iffy to return but most likely will. I can’t pass up on a complimentary meal for four. I told myself that I’d order a burger to give them another chance at burgers, but after reading that review, I may just go with a pizza.
EZ’s was actually our second choice to dine in since the amazing Thai place up the street was packed to the gills (as usual), EZ’s was nearby, and I’ve never eaten their food before. I noticed that they weren’t busy at all between 8-9pm on a Saturday night, and when I stopped in at 6pm on Tuesday, they weren’t very busy either. I guess the word has made its way around that EZ’s is overall subpar food, and the nearby competition is just stomping them. Sigh.
Has the temperature in the beautiful city of Austin finally dipped below 90 degrees? I hear it is supposed to hang around for the next ten days. (:smile:) My brain can actually function optimally. The unreasonable heat really drags me down, not so much the summer itself. I’m looking forward to the milder weather.
I went to EZ’s on Lamar across from Central Market with my family for dinner last night and had the poblano burger. I’ve never had their food before and was a little disappointed that my patty was really undercooked. The meat was so pink throughout the middle that it looked like it was just wrapped in a thin brown layer of “grilled.”
I ate it anyway. I didn’t want to complain, because I was sure that my next burger would have just been made with a hockey puck patty by disgruntled workers who work in the kitchen. I may go back to that restaurant, but chances are that I won’t with all the great places to choose from in this town.
I send this post into the ether we affectionately called the interweb. Everyone who reads these words will know I had an undercooked burger from EZ’s this weekend but also possess an iron stomach so I didn’t get food poisoning.
Learning computer programming is essentially learning foreign languages.
Traffic was terrible in Austin yesterday. I spent over an hour on the road traveling from North Austin to Downtown. When the rain falls, many Austin drivers become too cautious. I’m a cautious driver myself, but I am able to maintain a reasonable speed limit even in unfavorable weather conditions.
I commute to Downtown twice a week to a class that starts shortly after 7pm. I can choose to arrive early before the traffic jams get worse, or I can deal with a congestion that can get so annoying your head will spin. I have stubbornly chosen the latter since this semester started. What a waste of time. What a waste of fuel. It’s just something I deal with every week to enjoy everything else in my life.
My goddaughter’s father emailed me some videos of her laughing. Adorable. We look forward to seeing her next month. I said that in my last somewhat personal update on here, didn’t I? Yep. Still excited. Peace out.
Here’s another obligatory update. I’ve been keeping these rants short, because I have bigger fish to fry. If you’re into pattern detection, then you know exactly why I still sprinkle this collection with first-person prose that reflects something or another that might be relevant to the big picture or not. June flew by. To 100-degree heat: Please do your best to stay out of the beautiful city of Austin.
My summer session ends at the end of this month. I slacked a bit this semester, but I’m doing A-OK. The Fall semester is probably going to eat me alive. I amuse myself with the anxiety I gather before I have to do anything learning-related and absolutely love the feeling I get after I’m done with a learning-related task. Installing wrinkles in my brain keeps the necessary stress of life at a normal level and sure beats boredom and feeling like a robot.
Half of the year has already passed us. I’ve been focused on new and more interesting ventures which are becoming more and more rewarding slowly but surely. At this day and age, I’m no longer surprised how years go by before goals are met. I do feel disheartened by the displacement of energy upon completion of projects, because the routine can be comforting. I realize that’s just the torch being passed on to the next accomplishment. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. This isn’t rocket science.