Vacation. Holiday. Time off.
Whatever you call it, the prospect of a couple of weeks off put me in the celebratory mood on Thursday evening, after wrapping up a series of meetings over three days in Austin and San Antonio, Texas. There had been good conversations with colleagues and partners, delightful shared meals where we mixed preservation and brisket at Austin’s Scholz Garten, the oldest restaurant in Texas, and a reception in San Antonio that featured an amazing array of 19th and early 20th century military helmets!
By the time my meetings were over and all that was left was the flight home, I was ready for a bit of relaxation.
My colleague Katherine and I basically stumbled upon Biga on the Banks – an excellent New American restaurant that’s a draw for foodies in the region. I asked for a bourbon, and our server said, “Let me get you our list. We have an excellent selection.” And then he pointed out their three options of Old Rip Van Winkle and I thought, “Why not? I’m on vacation!”
So taking it off the office bill (I’m not submitting THAT with my expenses), I had him bring us two pours of Old Rip Van Winkle 10 Year, 107 proof, neat. (It was a celebration, but I wasn’t quite ready to foot the bill for a 20 year, Old Pappy Family Reserve!) The 10 year was pretty wonderful, both Katherine and I agreed, and it set me in the mood for the taste of vacation.
But before leaving the state and hitting full vacation mode, I also wanted to have a Shiner Bock beer. (It almost seems criminal to come to Texas and not have one of the state’s signature beers.) So we ordered one at the airport today with our pulled pork lunch. AND WE WERE CARDED!
Katherine (who is much younger than I am!) probably caused our server to pop the question. But we were both laughing so hard that I expect they heard us back in San Antonio. Katherine took the picture above, posted it on her Instagram account with the hashtag “#I’m too old for this,” and we began hearing back from colleagues with comments such as:
“That’s awesome, you kids!”
“See, you don’t really need a vacation. You already look as fresh as a teenager.”
In any event, I’m now home where Candice, Andrew, and I are heading out for dinner at Barcelona…the kick-off to our personal DC Restaurant Week (which doesn’t officially start until Monday).
Ahhhh….the taste of vacation!
More to come…