After
coffee on a Texas Hill Country porch started my day. After a quick drive to the
town square I nabbed a table under a glowing Budweiser sign at the Blanco
Bowling Club Café. The joint was full of regulars and I couldn’t help but ask
if they were serving burgers during breakfast hours. No problem.
Tourist
that I was, I snapped photos through a square in the wall between the front
dining area to more tables in a second area. A woman from another table
motioned to me and said we were allowed to go behind the curtain to take
pictures of the actual bowling alley. Oh, good. I’d wanted to ask what her
husband’s T-shirt wording meant, but he’d stepped away and she didn’t recall
which one he was wearing. They were travelers, too, from Minnesota, enjoying a
spring in the hills. The man came back and showed me his shirt from a nearby
craft brewery. He wasn’t quite sure himself what the wording meant, but he’d
liked the beer.
Back
at my seat, I noted the table top was printed with area business ads. How
vintage. Paneled walls and neon beer/Texas signs gave this café some vintage
charm. At the bar I noticed a man with a Mason jar full of red stuff. I sprung
up to ask if he had brought his own salsa to the restaurant. He had. He didn’t
offer me any, but noted the café had some of their own that wasn’t bad, and I
should ask for it. I did and it added to my burger and onion rings experience.
Then
I noticed the two regulars next to me. One was downing a slice of pecan pie.
The other just had coffee. The second assured me he had eggs on the way,
cholesterol be dashed. Turns out the pie was just a dessert-first technique. He
also had eggs on the way. We agreed you ought to enjoy a little pie, because
you don’t know what life will bring you. There’s some saying about all the
women on the Titanic who did not order dessert.
I’m
usually about salads, protein, Greek yogurt and exercise. All that is so that
sometimes you can have your pie. Or, a burger and onion breakfast in downtown
Blano.
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