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Monday, November 28, 2005

Carlos Crawls Cowtown

Lamb vindaloo at Maharaja; Capote; Spinach pochette at La Madeleine; bottles of Bordeaux at Majestic Liquor; Merton and Sufi poetry at Half Price Books; free samples at Rahr Brewery; gawking at exotica like Pickled Makok, Grass Jelly juice, and Pork Uteri at the Vietnamese market; worship at a toney Episcopal church in the country club district; chicken-fried steak at Lucille's. And, of course, the hospitality of a very domestically-minded host. (Your coffee is still too weak, though!)


Blogger pablo said...

I'll mention the weak coffee to my mother the next time we're walking to the liquor store together....

10:43 PM  
Blogger Felix said...

I agree. Pablo's coffee is shamefully inadequate. It won't even take the paint off metal, let alone etch the surface.

It's unfortunate that I may not see you in Cowtown this Christmas. Let me know if that changes. One way or the other, I hope that I'll get to sample some of the same things you mentioned when I blow through town like an errant tumbleweed. Pablo, are you up to the task?

12:15 PM  
Anonymous Miguel said...

Ahh, Must have been rushed on your update. no Mention of the array of new people met, or if that was only me. but i leave my tag on your wall, Chill and be safe around those evil books

10:59 PM  
Blogger Carlos said...

Hey Miguel, what's your URL again? (You can have Pablo forward it for privacy's sake).

10:00 AM  

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