After a four hour delay, the nose of the jet lifted from the steaming blacktop and I felt a brief sensation of weightlessness. I looked out the window and watched the shimmering grid fade away into clouds and sky. I was tired from an emotional week in Texas. The highs of seeing Rudy graduate contrasted the disappointment of losing the bus and I quietly reflected at 40 thousand feet the San Antonio food scene.
As a chef I had three foodie goals in Texas. First,I had to get some real Lone Star Barbecue, preferably served in a dilapidated shack served by an old guy that looked like Gabby Hayes. Second, I had to find an authentic taco truck that served the traditional “lengue” or tongue taco and third, I wanted to eat some fresh Gulf Coast ceviche Continue reading Day 22: Searching for Gabby Hayes
Guerrilla Canteen 