On our final day in San Antonio, the plan was a walking tour of murals on the west side of San Antonio. That’s is not exactly the poshest of San Antonio’s neighborhoods, but they do have some amazing art. We were going to drive the walking tour, which was fine for awhile – but only a short while.
Before too long, we were both wondering what was for lunch. I, of course, had planned several different options but was hoping for Mi Tierra - THE Mexican food restaurant in San Antonio. (Well, at least one of THE Mexican restaurants. Casa Rio on the River is pretty high up there, too.)
Mi Tierra has been open forever and it’s always open. I’d sort of planned on having breakfast there, but fighting the cold weather gave us a slow start…, so I moved it into the lunch slot. As many times as I’ve walked by the restaurant, visiting Market Square, I’d never managed to be there when it was time for a meal, but I kept promising myself that I’d dine there someday. The patrons just looked like they were having a lot more fun than everyone else in the world.
As if it were ordained by the gods, we found a parking place on the street right across from the restaurant. Thanks to the cold, there was no wait. And then, we found ourselves on a patio again, but this one was a lot warmer than the one we were on the previous night. And guess what? Finally! Mariachis!
I was tickled beyond pink. Almost tickled enough to have a margarita, but I’d been so good on my diet that I passed up the opportunity while I enjoyed every sip I watched the people around me drink. It was almost as good as having one myself. Well, not that good, but nice.
The whole place is sort of like a perpetual fiesta. Brightly painted murals, brightly colored pennants, brightly dyed waitress uniforms – everywhere you look is color. And everywhere you looked people were having a good time. This was a Friday lunch hour, but the attitude was definitely late Saturday afternoon.
Being the good girl I had chosen to be, I selected rotisserie chicken as my entree, but the good news was that South Beach allows you to have three bites of anything you want and a cheese and onion enchilada came on that plate. That was the best three bites of the vacation.
Bill chose the special of the day and even though I can’t remember the name of it, I know it was some kind of chicken with vegetables. He even got to eat the rice and beans. As we sat on the patio I just happened to mention the costume exhibit they had at the McNay Art Museum. Bill had confessed previouslythat he really wasn’t all that interested in the exhibit, but he was quite interested in pleasing me, so he agreed we’d go take a look at it. I didn’t jump up from the table and fist pump, but I was tempted.
We paid our bill, stopped to take a few pictures of the bakery case and then headed to the McNay. I’ve told you about the museum before, so click on McNay to read about that. I’d rave about the costume exhibit, but it was over January 19th and you’d just hate me for seeing it when you didn’t get to. I’ll leave you with a shot of the bakery case, but don’t fail to come back next week, we’re going to the Majestic to see the Nutcracker.