Divine cream meets Italian technique, and the only true scratch made ice cream in Austin.
Monday we are closed. It’s a day that most restaurants are closed. Its a day of rest. A day to regroup. Many service industry workers spend Sunday nights drinking the night away and partying like its a Saturday night. But for some chefs, it’s another long day at the restaurant.
Austin Food Blogger’s Alliance let us into their tribe a few months ago. We were both thrilled to just imagine it. Talking food with people that loved it as much as we do. Obviously every human loves food. We eat it to survive. But these people also worship it. We birth it from our brains as recipes. We dress it up with dark chocolate ganache or a leaf of basil. We stay at home on Friday nights to imagine rosemary infused donuts.
It is our love. A marriage to the senses of flavor, the sense of beauty and the taste of a memory.
When you search for your favorite thing to eat in Austin and you don’t find what you are looking for. There are only a couple of things you can do about it. For most of us, we go home and try and make it ourselves. Or just give up and go about our day. But for Raya Naser, she did things a little differently. You see Raya tried really hard to find her favorite Mediterranean place in Austin.
Want to work for hours but keep your body beautiful? Sitting is pretty hard on the hips since it keeps them clenched. Avoid doing secret squats at coffee shops. Even standing will keep you taught. The rhymes come out sometimes.
We got to indulge in some popsicles last week on Guadalupe street. When I used to think of these ice sticks there were just that, ice with some flavor drops. Remember those squeeze pop style ones that came in cases of 50 for your freezer? I used to do rock paper scissor competitions for the pink one.
It is not news to those of us who live in Texas. We were hit. We were hit hard. Hurricanes happen all the time. All over the world. But this weekend it’s us. It hit my favorite sptate. It hit Texas. We as Texans have a pride about us. We want things bigger, better, louder, deep fried and smoked. But what happens when we get hit by a hurricane? What happens when there is a point in our lives where we need to prove what type of person we are? Well I’ll tell you what happens. Like the days of old with the Mighty Ducks. We stay together.
If you were to look up best ramen in America you wouldn’t think to look for it in Austin, Texas. You would think to look in San Francisco, New York or even Seattle. But on the South side of Austin between a flying pizza shop and a wine bar sits Ramen Tatsu-ya.