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Freetail Brewing…

Bill and I decided to go on an outing yesterday and had lunch at Freetail Brewing Company just off the 1604 Loop.  The Loop has an official name, but most people refer to it as 1604.  Bill had pointed this place out to me a few times and I had heard from other beer lovers that it was a good place to go for fresh beer.

The entrance… 

Impressive looking patio that is dog friendly.  We saw lots of folks with their four legged friends dining out there…  One guy brought a gorgeous Irish Wolfhound.

Bill decides what beer he prefers.

The dining room from our vantage point.  We got there before the game time rush!

The bar area…

Bill had a Cuban sandwich and I had macaroni and cheese with bacon on top…

I managed about a third of this before I asked for a box.  It’s not the best mac and cheese I’ve ever had, but it was pretty good…

Interesting sign.  

The bar area…

 

The first round… I had a Chile Limon Wit Beer while Bill had an IPA of some sort…

Chile Fumando… spicy and smokey

Rye Wit

 

After a pleasant lunch, we left the Freetail Brewing Company.  The dining room had filled up with folks who wanted to watch Texas A&M play Alabama.  I don’t give a damn about sports, but it was entertaining to listen to them cheer every time the Aggies did something awesome.

 

I wasn’t quite ready to go home, but I did end up needing to pee.  We stopped at a gas station, where I spotted this sign.  My sister used to make Whoopie Pies when I was a little kid, so I got a kick out of this.  I ought to send her this picture…

We ended up driving about Boerne, Texas.  Bill and I had looked at a house there and were really tempted to move there, but it turns out it really is pretty far away from San Antonio.  It would have tripled his commuting time to work.  Maybe when he retires, we can look into moving up there.  I do like Boerne better than Converse.

All this Texas stuff makes me want to travel something fierce, though… I’m ready to plan a new trip.

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Look what I got!

Our Book of Mormon tickets arrived yesterday…  I’m looking forward to seeing this show and laughing until I pee myself.  I will be sure to post a review of the show and the theater, which I understand is a very nice place.

This will be the first show we’ve been to since we saw Lyle Lovett in Germany.  Lyle Lovett will also be in San Antonio soon… as in on the 11th.  I’d love to see him again, though I bet it won’t be as much fun as the Germany show was.  Most of the folks in the audience didn’t get Lyle’s jokes.  Or maybe they don’t enjoy American humor.

Maybe we’ll find a nice restaurant before the show…

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Texas discovery… Spec’s

One good thing about leaving North Carolina is that we don’t have to deal with ABC stores here.  Texas has private liquor stores and one of them is Spec’s.  Spec’s carries an impressive array of beverages ranging from sparkling waters to rare scotches.  We even spotted a couple of the whiskies we found while we were in Scotland last year, as well as some tasty Guyanese rums I’ve had to buy online until now.

When we first visited Spec’s, it reminded me of a Best Buy store…. only for beverages.  I am not all that impressed with Spec’s beer selection, though they do have some good stuff.  I just don’t think there’s much variety, nor do I think the prices are that impressive.  If you want wine or liquor, though, it’s a good place to be…

Our local Spec’s… very much at home near outdoor malls…

Nice inviting entrance.  Bill picked up a handbasket and I shook my head.  I knew I was wanting some beer.  He knew it probably meant a $200 tab.  He wasn’t too far off.

And tequila.  We need tequila for Labor Day festivities…

Not so bad.  We’ve definitely had bigger orders.  A few items were food.

Bill checks out the beer cooler… Wish it had more interesting beers, but it’s decently stocked.

 

A couple of months ago, we found Triangle Wine Company, a great beer and wine store in Southern Pines, NC, before we moved to Texas.  It’s probably a good thing we didn’t go there sooner because they had some really fabulous stuff.  I prefer beer and wine to liquor anyway.

Texas also has Total Wine and More, which is also a good place to find unique boozes.  We have enjoyed Total Wine in Virginia and North Carolina and it’s a great place to shop for libations.

The Spec’s pictured about is not too far from where we live, though… and it helps that it’s near World Market, another favorite cash drain.  Spec’s is a Texas institution with locations in major cities around the state.

Tomorrow, Bill plans to take me on an excursion to Central Market, which is supposed to be a really nice HEB.  Maybe afterwards, I can talk him into hitting Trader Joe’s so I can get some frozen “crack and cheese”…

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Our second NAO trip in San Antonio…

Bill and I had a date night tonight.

Mr. Bill is very studly tonight… and he always makes me smile.

We decided to go out to NAO again.  We went last month, when we were house hunting.  We had a good time and the prices are right, so Bill decided to take me out again to help boost my lagging morale.

We had a good time.  I started with an El Diablo cocktail…

This was a cocktail made with tequila… and other stuff that I don’t remember right now.  It was very refreshing and interesting.  I would order it again, even though it was not cheap.

I had a delicious lobster and crayfish soup as an appetizer.  This soup was like velvet and was delightful.  I liked it better than my entree.

Bill had a bacon and goat cheese salad… I didn’t taste it because I don’t like goat cheese, but he said it was excellent.

I had a pork tenderloin entree with a cool potato, asparagus, and pea salad.  I liked the appetizer better.  This was kind of a paltry entree, though it tasted fine.

Bill’s dinner was shrimp… and he got a heartier serving than I did.  As we were finishing dinner, our waitress asked if we wanted more bread, though she hadn’t brought any out to start with.  No matter.  I was glad not to feel stuffed.  And she did get us some cheese rolls and tortillas that tasted like grits.

Sweet Bill doesn’t know how handsome he is… especially over Argentinian Malbec.

Chocolate Encounter.  Bill had this last time.  It was a nice dessert, but once was enough.

Bill had a pineapple savarin– kinda like angel food cake with pineapple.  He liked it.

As we were finishing up, I was suddenly confronted by the dentist who fixed my tooth two days ago!  She’s a very charming lady and she happened to be enjoying NAO for the first time tonight.  She was giving us all kinds of restaurant tips.  Her husband is a hand surgeon, so I’m sure San Antonio is a very exciting town for them.  If you’re medical, you’re golden!

I was actually glad to see her.  She did a great job on my tooth and I think we will get along well.  We seem to like a lot of the same things.  In any case, we had a nice night out and we’ll have to go back again soon.  San Antonio might be the right place for us after all.

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The big road trip… part four

Since we had good luck with La Quinta in Beaumont and needed pet friendly digs in San Antonio, we decided to book the La Quinta on Rittiman Road in San Antonio.  There are several La Quintas in San Antonio.  I chose the one on Rittiman Road because it was close to where the property manager’s office is.  It’s also very close to Fort Sam Houston, which is where Bill will be working; but that wasn’t important for this stay.

I should mention that San Antonio has a number of pet friendly hotels.  But the Army will only pay so much per night and since we don’t really know our way around yet, we opted for Rittiman Road.  In retrospect, it wasn’t the best choice in terms of lodging or locale.  The La Quinta we stayed in locally was a bit of a dive.  Located between a mega church/Christian school and another motel and Mexican restaurant, it was obvious this particular property had seen better days.  There are also train tracks on the other side of the interstate, so when you don’t hear the rushing of cars speeding by, you’ll hear the train whistle blow.

First view of the room.

Bathroom

The “view” from our one window.

Peeling wallpaper

Yuck!  What is that?

And that?

“Helpful” handout…

 

It was not the worst place Bill or I have ever stayed, but it was a bit on the depressing side.  The wallpaper was peeling and the carpet was pretty gross.  There was one spot where someone had apparently spilled something.  Arran would not stop licking it until we covered it up.  They gave Bill a handout that was supposed to help with concierge needs, but as you can see from the above photo, it’s not very legible.  Their printer needs servicing.

The room was obviously very old school, yet had some modern touches like a big flat screen TV with some rather fancy features.  The bed was very comfortable and had decent linens, though the pillows were cheap.  Breakfast was fairly lame, though Bill did manage to make me a Texas shaped waffle.

I don’t actually like most waffles that much, especially when served with “butter spread”.  But I had to admit that waffle was pretty cute.

I must also give credit to the La Quinta’s shower, which offered plenty of hot water and great water pressure.  I had no way of knowing how much I would miss hot showers when we checked out, since I thought we’d have gas hooked up in our house.

The Mexican restaurant next door also has very good food and is easy to walk to, so that was also a plus.

There are also no pet fees to speak of, which is a good thing.  And there is a coin operated washer and dryer available  for guests and that came in handy, too.

All that being said, though, I wouldn’t stay at that particular La Quinta again unless circumstances forced me to.  It’s not the most awful dive I’ve ever been to, but it’s very far from being even close to the best.

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San Antonio part 4

We spent July 6th on a road trip to Austin.  I had never been to Austin before and had heard it was a really neat place.  We got there, taking a brief detour through New Braunfels, which I had also heard was a pretty cool place.  We opted not to stop in New Braunfels, though the downtown area was pretty charming.  We also opted not to stop in Austin because it was really hot outside and the downtown area looked a little dead.

I was also feeling cranky because Aunt Flow was in full force.  Little did I know that two days after we took a driving tour of Austin, JimBoob and Michelle Duggar would be in town making speeches about “baby holocausts” and declared that any politician that wasn’t pro-life should be replaced with those who are.  They were probably in or around Austin as Bill and I drove through there.  I’m not a fan of abortion and highly doubt I would ever want or need one, but I do think it should be safe and legal.

Anyway, I managed to get a few shots of Austin from the car.  Then we stopped at Chili’s for lunch.  We would have and really should have found a better place to eat, but I really needed a bathroom and was feeling extremely crabby due to plunging blood sugar.  After fortifying myself with Southwest Egg Rolls and a Diet Coke, we were back on our way to San Antonio.  We visited my husband’s mom again and had a nice time chatting and hanging out with the cats.

Austin skyline…

Texas statehouse

Margaritas with MIL

Two of the three kitties who visited with us

Good shot!

The next day was Bill’s birthday.  I already wrote about the crappy bar experience we had.  Before that, however, Mother-in-law took us out to brunch at Tre Trattoria, in downtown San Antonio.  We had a really nice meal and some very creatively prepared mimosas.

A horse and buggy outside the window…

I had duck confit with an egg on top…

Bill had a big meatball…

Mother-in-law had eggs with pesto…

 

We really enjoyed this restaurant and would eat there again.  After our shitty bar incident, we went to the Menger Bar and celebrated Bill’s birthday properly.

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San Antonio part 3…

We spent last Friday wandering around downtown San Antonio and ended up eating American style Italian food twice.  For lunch, we went to a place that offered free wine with the meal.  We didn’t actually choose the restaurant for that reason.  Actually, we went in there because we were looking at the menu and the proprietor or someone else came out and welcomed us inside.

This cockroach died in a foyer at the Menger Hotel…


The photo to the left shows the paper hats some of the teens were wearing.

I had some pretty good lasagna at that place and a glass of cheap merlot, which was nice because I had just been visited by Aunt Flow and wine is usually helpful in soothing the savage beast.  Bill had some sort of a pasta dish with feta cheese.  After we ate, we went out of the restaurant and were immediately accosted by a scraggly looking street person.  He asked Bill if we needed a guide.  Bill and I have learned not to engage folks that we don’t want to have to disengage from later, so we ignored him.

The guy got very upset and said something along the lines of, “Oh, so you’re just gonna ignore me?  You’re just a fucking white nigger!”

We just kept walking and didn’t react or respond to the guy’s very offensive and racist comment.  Obviously, a reaction was what he wanted from us, otherwise he wouldn’t have dropped the n word.  Maybe what I should have done was whirl around and take his photo, then call 911.  On the other hand, who wants to waste time with someone like that?

On the same street is a glass art gallery called Gallery Vetro!.  I noticed that the gallery was selling a couple of pieces by Stanislaw Borowski.  If you read my post on Polish artists, you have seen photos of Borowski’s art that I purchased at the factory in Bolaslaweic, Poland.  Gallery Vetro! had the gonzo in a different color selling for $900, $600 more than I paid for it at the factory.  They didn’t have the two other pieces I have, but I think it might be time to consider raising our insurance.

Anyway, we went into the gallery and I ended up purchasing new jewelry.  We talked to the proprietor who gave us some interesting insights into San Antonio’s street people and social welfare system.  Apparently, San Antonio has some very progressive programs for people who need help.  The proprietor also told us that after Hurricane Katrina struck in 2005, San Antonio inherited a lot of street folks from New Orleans who are a “different breed” and are a lot more street wise than local street people are.  Wow.

Bill looks in the window as I notice the glass sculpture.  See the yellow gonzo on the right?  I have a blue one just like it.  

This is the jewelry I purchased.  It’s really gorgeous on.  The blue brings out my eyes.  ETA:  I lost one of the earrings.  🙁

I happened to notice this overpriced water right after I tried on my new bling.

 

I took some photos of the Alamo, though we didn’t go in.  We visited the Alamo last time we were in San Antonio.  I also took shots of the outside of Schilo’s Deli and a Mexican restaurant.

At an Irish pub…    

During the afternoon, we stopped by an Irish pub on the Riverwalk and killed time with a few beers.  Then a little later, we had dinner at an Italian place because I was craving pizza.  We ended up taking it back to the hotel with us, but I didn’t finish it because we had no fridge and I wasn’t wanting to tempt fate.

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San Antonio part 2…

The morning of July 4th, we ate breakfast on the Riverwalk.  A very brazen, persistent, and I daresay friendly duck joined us and begged like a dog for our scraps.  There were also sparrows and blackbirds begging, though they weren’t nearly as cute as this duck was.  I took many photos.

We only applied for one house, because the next day was July 4th and we weren’t going to be able to house hunt.  We spent the rest of the week just bumming around.  On the 4th, we went to the Tower of the Americas, a 750 foot tower that was built for the 1968 World’s Fair.  Bill and I visited this attraction the last time we were in San Antonio, but I didn’t get any pictures that time.  Also, they had a “4-D” show that we missed the last time.

It cost about $20 for us to see this attraction, including Bill’s military discount.  The nice thing about it was that the ticket is good for all day, though we knew we’d be going to mother-in-law’s house later.  My ears popped as we took the elevator up to the observatory area.  We walked around and I noticed that a lot of people had apparently leaned on the plexiglass by their foreheads.  There were lots of prints left there.

I got some nice photos…

We didn’t get our fortunes read by Zoltar…  I was kind of tempted, though.

After we took in the views, we saw the 4-D film, which was actually a “ride” of sorts.  You put on funny looking glasses and watch a film while your seat moves and you get sprayed with mist and see smoke.  It was kind of fun to watch the film.  There was a little kid in there with us who was having a ball.

Look closely and you can see Bill wearing goofy glasses.

On the way to the Riverwalk, I spied this very progressive bike rental station… Way to go, San Antonio!

We walked around the Riverwalk some more, along with many, many teenagers…

 I got this shot of Bill standing in front of San Antonio’s namesake…

Later, we went to mother-in-law’s house.  Bill grilled steaks and asparagus and baked potatoes.  We enjoyed chips, salsa, and guacamole, as well as margaritas.  I bonded with two of MIL’s black cats who would come out of hiding.  My mother-in-law is a lot of fun to hang out with.  I like her cats, too… although Bill is very allergic to cats.

Bill just talked to the property manager in Texas and was told another family applied for the house just after we did.  The owner has to decide which one of us gets the house.  I guess I wouldn’t be too heartbroken if we didn’t get the house, since it’s a lot bigger and more expensive than what we really need.  But if we do get it, that will mean the housing search will be over, at least.  I have a feeling the other people will get it if they don’t have pets.  The owners of the house are in Japan, which means they’re probably Air Force folks.

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A week in San Antonio… part one

Now that I’m home and reacquainted with my beloved computer, it’s time to blog about our trip to San Antonio.  First thing’s first.  We stayed at the historic Menger Hotel.

We arrived in San Antonio courtesy of Delta Airlines on July 1st.  It had been almost six years since our last visit to San Antonio and it looked like there was quite a lot of construction going on in the airport.  Consequently, it took awhile to get our bags, since there were only two baggage carousels working.  I’m happy to report that San Antonio’s airport offers free wifi and is well-appointed with amenities.

Once we checked into the hotel, we discovered that downtown was just overrun with Lutheran teens.  There were many groups of them; they were easily identified by their t-shirts.  Each group had its own shirts, in its own colors, with its own slogans.  It was interesting to watch the kids.  Some of them you could tell were really popular kids, while others appeared to be somewhat socially awkward.  I noticed a few kids were wearing very funny paper hats on their heads.  One kid had a hat that read, “Downloading puberty.  Mustache 10% completed.”

It ain’t Venice…

Most of the kids were reasonably well-behaved, though they often didn’t seem to have much situational awareness.  For instance, Bill and I were walking on the Riverwalk and a large group of teens suddenly stopped and formed a circle that almost blocked the way.  They were having a prayer break and we had shimmy around them.  I was nervous about that, since there’s no barrier on the Riverwalk and it’s not impossible to accidentally fall in the river.  I will note that I didn’t see anyone fall or jump into the water.

That first night, Bill and I had dinner at the Mexican Manhattan restaurant on the Riverwalk, which we also visited on our first visit to San Antonio together in 2007.  We were there because they have excellent margaritas and good food that isn’t very expensive.

The bartender in this place was great.  He was all about helping us save money.  We didn’t really feel the need to economize because the prices were already very reasonable.  We liked him, though.  He was very friendly and service oriented and welcomed us warmly.

Another place we enjoyed was Schilo’s Delicatessen, which is not directly on the Riverwalk but very close to it.  We had a big breakfast there our first morning in town and a smaller on on Saturday morning.  Their prices are very reasonable and the wait staff is friendly and kind.  I would have liked to have tried something other than breakfast.  I was impressed with their German beer selections.

Photos of Schilo’s Delicatessen

 

Housing 1 Source

One of the houses I had put on my “favorites” list prior to coming to San Antonio was listed by Housing 1 Source.  I didn’t know it at the time, but Housing 1 Source is a fantastic resource for military folks who are moving to San Antonio.  I signed up for the service, which helps service members find housing, jobs, and sign up for utilities at a discount, not realizing just how comprehensive it is.  We were contacted by phone and email less than 24 hours after I signed up.  We went in, met with a licensed Texas real estate agent who helped us find more rental properties, and he then us drove around San Antonio and the surrounding areas to look at some of the rentals we were interested in seeing.

After two days, we put in an application on a place.  We haven’t gotten the results back yet, but I feel certain that if that house falls through, Housing 1 Source will help us find a place we like.  Dave, our relocation counselor, was just great.  When it comes time to buy a house, if we’re still in San Antonio, we’ll definitely be contacting him for help.  Best of all, everything they did for us was FREE!!!  Dave told us that originally, the plan was to have Housing 1 Source centers across the country, but it’s a private entity that supposedly competes with military housing offices (which don’t do nearly as much as Housing 1 Source does).  Apparently, that is against federal law, so for now, Housing 1 Source is only in San Antonio.  Anyway, I would highly recommend this service to anyone who is relocating to the San Antonio area, courtesy of the military.

Odd characters

 

If you read last night’s ranting, you know that Bill and I were ignored at a bar on Bill’s birthday.  We also ran into a street person who got angry because we didn’t want to give him money to serve as a guide.  He swore at Bill and dropped the n bomb.  And, we also ran into three women at a HEB store who appeared to be trying to rip off the supermarket.

We were there in search of a money order, which we needed so we could apply for a house.  There was a very long line of people at the service desk.  Many of them had needs that took time to fulfill.  There were three women ahead of us in line who were very loud and obnoxious.  When it was their turn, they tried to return an item… but they didn’t actually have the item they wanted to return, or something to that effect.  Basically, they wanted a refund, but weren’t prepared to get a refund according to store policy.  The woman who was attempting to return her item was protesting loudly and was joined by her two accomplices, who made comments like “You’re making us hold all these people up!” and “Why does she have to empty her bag?” and “I’m gonna put this all over Facebook!”.  I looked down and noticed one of the women had a prominent tattoo on her leg that said “Only Jesus can judge me.”  I immediately figured she had been abused or offended in some way when she was more vulnerable and was now showing the world that she’s a survivor.  Maybe she is… but she and her buddies sure were acting like criminals.

When Bill said all he needed was a money order, I caught a look of happy relief in the clerk’s eyes.  We  had what we needed in less than a minute and were soon on our way.

Shitty bars on the Riverwalk

 

I have already ranted about the Esquire Tavern.  On my main blog, The Overeducated Housewife, I mentioned our evening at The Mad Dogs bar on the Riverwalk.  We went in there because Bill was hungry and wanted something light.  The place is decked out like a British pub, though the wait staff is curiously decked out in kilts.  The guys wear kilts that reach their knees, but the women wear short kilts and midriff baring tops.  Some of the women probably should not have been dressed that way… or at least should have at least worn kilts that fit them better.

The beer list was not very interesting and overpriced.  The food wasn’t that good.  And they had a bathroom attendant in the ladies room.  I bitched about this on my other blog.  I was very annoyed that they an attendant in there, since I don’t usually bring my purse and really just wanted to pee and wash my hands without “assistance”.  Later, when I thought about it and read some TripAdvisor reviews that mentioned disgusting bathrooms, I reconsidered my position.  Mad Dogs bar is apparently a place where people go to get drunk and/or hook up.  Given the mess that drunk people can make in the bathroom, it probably is a good idea to have an attendant.  It still annoyed me, though.  When I’m paying $5 or $6 for a mediocre beer, I resent feeling like I have to pay to pee too.  On the plus side, the experience caused me to look up bathroom attendants on the Web and I found a hilarious article about them…

Later, a couple of older women started a karaoke show.  Two men got up and sang– the first guy was decent; the second guy wasn’t as good.  Then the women running the show sang… a duet version of “Turn Your Love Around” by George Benson.  They weren’t bad singers, but their attitude about karaoke sucked.  They promised the show would “get better”.  I felt sorry for the two guys who had sung first.  Karaoke is supposed to feature sucky singers.  Normally, I like a good karaoke show, but these two women turned me off so much that we lit out of there quickly.

San Antonio’s Culinary Institute of America campus

After the shitty experience at Mad Dogs’ bar, we decided for a more upscale dinner the following night.  I used to work at a restaurant that was owned by a graduate of the Culinary Institute of America in Hyde Park, New York.  San Antonio now has a campus and runs a restaurant called NAO that allows students to pick up experience.  Prices are reasonable and the food is very good.  We were waited on by a “professional”– she had graduated from CIA and also works for a catering company.  I enjoyed a meal inspired by Peru, while Bill ordered a la carte.  Tipping is not allowed for students, so there’s a 17% charge added to the bill which goes to scholarships and chef’s whites… and if you are waited on by a professional, they get the money.

All this for about $160… including wine and the tip!

We really enjoyed NAO and we’ll definitely be back.  Bill wants to take classes there, too.  Best of all, the restaurant is located at the old Pearl Brewery, which also has other restaurants and cool stores.  There’s free parking, too!

I still have plenty to write about, but this post is getting long and there are other projects that need my attention.  Stay tuned for more on our trip to San Antonio.  Same time, same channel…

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The Esquire Tavern of San Antonio… what a pretentious shithole!

I wasn’t going to write more tonight because I’m in such a foul mood.  But then a friend of mine, who read my latest TripAdvisor review of the Esquire Tavern of San Antonio, said I could have “scathed” more.  And since I’m in a shitty mood tonight, maybe it’s a good time to write an expanded review of this bar, which disappointed the hell out of me and Bill.

Yesterday was Bill’s 49th birthday.  Late in the afternoon, we were hoping for a couple of celebratory cocktails.  Bill loves a good martini, but rarely gets to have them when he’s not at home because he does most of the driving and does not wish to drive while intoxicated.  Since we were staying in downtown San Antonio and there are a lot of bars in the area that we could walk to, we figured it would be no problem finding a place that could hook us up, even though it was a Sunday.

Originally, we were going to go to the Mexican Manhattan Restaurant, which we know has excellent and inexpensive margaritas.  But that place was closed…  and then I spied the steps leading up from the Riverwalk to the Esquire Tavern, which promised lots of interesting beers on tap.  We walked up the metal steps leading to the second storey of the building and entered the bar, notable because it has the longest wooden bar in Texas and has been operating since Prohibition ended in 1933– the year my dad was born.  Actually, we heard that the bar closed for a few years in the 2000s, then opened again.  It has a young chef who is supposedly really good at her craft.  Not that we’d know.  No one gave us a menu or anything.

Our initial impression of the place was decent.  A couple of people said hello as we walked in.  We nodded a greeting.  I liked the bar’s ambiance, which was kind of dim and elegant.  We sat down at the very long bar on leather covered barstools with backs.  So far, so good.  I noticed a lot of really interesting looking gins, which I knew Bill would like.  He loves trying new things and doesn’t mind paying a premium if it means he gets to taste something unique.  Curiously, I didn’t see any beer taps, but in a pinch, I like cocktails too.  The barkeeps at the Esquire Tavern could have easily made me happy and earned a nice tip for their troubles.  Alas, they couldn’t be bothered.

We sat there and waited.  And waited.  There were at least three bartenders behind the bar– so far as I could tell, anyway.  One guy had a beard that resembled Rasputin’s and appeared to be trying very hard to impress a couple of young ladies with his flare bartending skills.  I know he saw us.  He looked right at us.  But he didn’t even say hello or kiss my ass or anything…  and neither did any of his colleagues.  Time passed and we were feeling more and more stupid by the second.

I could tell Bill was getting really pissed.  He’s usually a very mild mannered guy and rarely gets upset with people.  Being ignored the way we were was making him feel foolish, which is one thing he can’t abide.  Since it was his birthday, “foolish” was definitely no way for him to feel.  We waited over ten minutes for some sign that these people wanted our business and could make us a decent cocktail or two.  We got nada.

I was very puzzled by the reception we were getting in this place.  I mean, all they had to do was say hello and let us know they’d be with us shortly.  I don’t mind waiting if the staff is really busy.  But it was like we were invisible.  The reception we were getting was very cold and felt deliberately unwelcoming.

When another couple came in after us and the bartender spoke to them and continued to ignore us, I just looked at Bill and said, “Let’s go.”

Poor Bill.  It’s bad enough turning 49 without being completely dissed in a bar.  I was shocked by how rudely we were treated.  I can’t remember an experience in a bar or restaurant quite as awesomely shitty as what we experienced at the Esquire Tavern.

We walked out of there feeling really low and embarrassed.  And we had NO REASON to feel low or embarrassed.  I mean, we’re normal people…  or at least we appear that way.  But it was like they had no need for our business.  I am generally pretty lenient when it comes to people who work in restaurants.  I worked in one myself for awhile and I always figured no server or bartender in their right mind would purposely give someone bad service… not when they typically get paid practically nothing by the bar or restaurant and depend on tips.  There were times when I unintentionally gave bad service when I was weeded out of my mind.  I might have been much more patient had the Esquire Tavern been really crowded or busy.  It wasn’t, though.  There were plenty of empty tables and it looked like there were a lot of people on duty.  I see from reading Yelp! and TripAdvisor that people other than us had complaints like ours about terrible service.  Do they not like tourists?  Hey– in a few weeks, we won’t be tourists; we’ll be residents!

Bill was still fuming about it as we walked down the street.  We went to the Menger Bar, which was at our hotel, and mentioned what happened to us to the bartender on duty.  The bartender dished a bit about the place.  He said he went there once and they tried to talk him out of the drink he wanted.  He also told us that the bar was a bit hyped.  Granted, he was a bartender at a competing bar, also very historic since that was where Teddy Roosevelt and his Rough Riders hung out back in the day.  Maybe we should take what he said with a grain of salt.

Bill and I are good drinkers and good tippers.  We like good food.  We shower regularly.  I was even wearing makeup, for Chrissakes!

It doesn’t really matter, I guess.  We are moving to San Antonio in a little over three weeks and we’re both pretty sure we won’t be giving the Esquire Tavern another chance.  In fact, I think we’re both a little sick of the Riverwalk and probably won’t be hanging out there much anyway.  But if we do go downtown, it’s extremely unlikely we’d try that bar again and knowing how much I like to chat, I imagine I’ll be bitching and writing about it a lot.  I’m good for that.

Bill has lingering issues with embarrassment and shame and that was how he felt when these people failed to recognize him as a paying customer.  And that embarrassment turned to anger… especially on my part.  I have a very long memory when it comes to these things.  As a matter of fact, I still hold a grudge against a place that dissed me over twenty years ago, when I was still a college student.  They surely don’t care…  and back then, we had no outlets like blogs or TripAdvisor for public venting.   But I remember… and I’m still pretty bitter.  😉

I don’t have time for people who don’t have time for me; certainly not when it involves money.  Besides, Bill is my favorite bartender.  I know his prices are a hell of a lot less expensive than any I’ve encountered in a bar.

We won’t be darkening their door again… despite the loads of liquor…

Edited to add… a friend of mine read this article and passed along this link, which may shed some light on the subject.  Perhaps the Esquire Tavern is one of those new “hip” bars where the bartenders have a snotty attitude about the libations they sell and their clientele.  The author of the article uses a word that describes exactly how it feels to be ignored the way we were… “degrading”.  What a damn shame!  

 
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