So, I had a solid 5 days off, so I and a certain someone else went on a trip to Austin… you know, to get the heck out of Lubbock for awhile.
It just so happened, not planned, that our trip was right smack in the middle of SXSW. It appeared that the entire city was stricken with a plague of hipsters. More than usual, and they all looked more uniform than usual as well.
We decided to see what we could catch, since we hadn’t planned for it, and we didn’t have “tickets” (wristbands), so we head to S. Congress, take a few minutes trying to find a place to park, and then start wondering around.
We spent way too much time at the S. Congress location of Jo’s Coffee. We caught The Octopus Project pretty randomly, and I’m glad we did. They were awesome.
I insisted that we make a trip to the much-hyped Caffe Medici. My insisting was well-received, so the visit was set. I thought it kind of humorous that the sign is the exact same picture as what you see on their website. Inside, there is a wall of bags of Cuvee coffee. The menu is minimalist in nature. There is a shiny red LM FB-80 that’s pretty hard to ignore right as you walk in. I saw Dan who was good enough to say “hi” when I didn’t recognize him right off. Apparently, they do barbecue night once a week, and I happened to catch the day… Dan was a wreck. I thought the place looked nice. I dig the black and white photos all over the place. Nice touch.
Later that night, we went to 6th. It seemed that every single venue was a place for a SXSW-related event. Which was cool. But the pedestrian traffic was ridiculous. We caught this band neither of us had ever heard of, but that totally blew us both away. They were incredibly good. They were called Alpha Rev.
Last day, time to leave. We stopped by a shop that looked like it had just opened not long before called Dominican Joe. The outside looked very cool, inviting, all that fun stuff. The inside, personally, looked a little unfinished and underfunded. We got a Mocha and an Americano, both of which were served in what looked like domestic serve wear cups in a pastel brown/gray color you would expect to find in your neighbor’s kitchen. They are doing good things for sustenanc in coffee. I’d call it direct trade, but that’s a trademarked title.
Overall, it was a much-needed trip away from this flat wasteland. Even if I didn’t have a decent espresso every morning like I normally would.
We really should take more of these.