OK, so I’d imagine that by now my antipathy for Texas is not exactly the stuff that breaking news is made of. Yes, after 10+ years in the Great State (3722 days…not that I was counting), I think I’ve earned the right to vent my spleen. I did my time, and I think I know of which I speak. ‘Nuff said….
In fairness, I do have to admit that my dislike for the Lone Star State is not all-consuming. There actually are things I miss. There’s Austin, f’rinstance…which is sort of like Eugene, OR, except with better weather, a higher suntan potential, and a killer football stadium. There’s the music. Say “Pat Green” in Portland and be prepared for a plethora of blank stares. Most of all, there’s the food. Before I moved to Texas, I hated Mexican food. Once I moved to Texas, I came to understand why. I don’t know what it is, but it seems that the farther away you get from the Mexican border, the less authentic and palatable Mexican food becomes. What’s a Mexican restaurant like here in Portland? Eh, you probably don’t want to know…. How much do I miss Tex-Mex? Oh man, let me count the ways…. ;-)
Start talking to me about migas, huevos rancheros, fajitas…and well, you can pretty much have your way with me. This article about breakfast tacos in Austin almost has me ready to pack my bags and move to Austin. Almost…but I’d sell my left nut for a plate of breakfast tacos right about now….
