Austin Day 1

While we were spending our days road tripping across America, eating great food, and enjoying almost perfect weather (constant sunshine and blue skies), the north was going through a little bit different weather. The storms, which were hitting the north had caused the Mississippi River to flood. This in turn forced Louisiana to open numerous dams and flood some rural towns to prevent New Orleans from another disaster.

We drove through the flooded swampland for a while until the Big Cat’s nose picked up the scent of animal flesh.

This led us to a small town exit with a place called Landry’s. It was a Cajun restaurant along I-10 with a Cajun princess hostess and a bartender who was easily recognized as straight out of “Swamp People”. For lunch we had fried frog legs, a catfish poe boy and crawfish bisque with a crawfish meatball inside that was nothing short of amazing. To top it off in a completely manly way we had bread pudding for two* for dessert. Revitalized from the Cajun delicacies we made our way on to Austin.

We walked the street for a few minutes until we heard the sound of Johhny Wolf and his guitar coming from the Chuggin Monkey. This southern rock/blues player was one of the best guitarists we had ever heard and we listened to him belt out classics such as Johhny B. Goode for well over 2 hours. On a street filled with beautiful women, great beer, and fantastic music we decided we loved Austin. We then visited a few other bars and had many more drinks before we returned to our Super 8 for the night. Tomorrow we searched for the new Lion den.Arriving, we found our super 8 motel which were sure had seen numerous drug busts, crime scenes, and Tiger Woods in its day…. After a quick shower we set off to meet our beautiful friend and one time football trainer Bethany. She took us to a popular Mexican restaurant where we had some extremely spicy food and a very strong margarita martini rivaling the Bad Juan Margarita of Dayton’s Elsa’s. The Big Cat insisted that his throat was too sore for the sour mixture so Brownbear carried the team and in a few swift gulps drank the womanly drink. After dinner we moved our pack down to the popular 6^th street where you can find more drunk cowboys than a Friday night at Texas Roadhouse.