Food

This morning I was reading an article on food in a well-respected journal.

The emphasis was on the San Antonio food scene.

I've always wondered why my hometown has not been given the spotlight it deserves.  Whenever we have guests from out-of-town, they always mention that they would love to go to a Mexican food restaurant.  We have a lot of good Mexican food restaurants, some Tex-Mex, and some "authentic" from the interior of Mexico.

My paternal grandmother made the best móle, and, really, everything she made was delicious.
My maternal grandmother always had a large pot of something  (usually soup) on the stove.  She always had a can of Dr. Pepper in her hands, that was her vice.  Tortillas were made every day, mostly flour, sometimes corn.  Always  delicious.  I always wondered if it was my young taste buds that made everything taste good, or was the food just good.  Anyway, I really enjoyed eating.  Little did I know how lucky I was, and that nothing lasts forever.

We frequently go to a nice, but casual little restaurant where the chef can be seen working hard to make his tasty creations.  It's funny, but, in the same building, there is a fancier restaurant upstairs.  But there, you get a lot more fancy food.  Downstairs, the french fries are to-die for, and my favorite, the bolognese.  My husband has an acid reflux problem, so he cannot eat the bolognese.  Oh, the problems of getting older!

Getting back to my original thought, the article mentions some worthy places to go have some good Barbecue, Mexican, Peruvian with a Chinese twist food.  Among others.

We are very fortunate to live in a city that retains its old-world feel, while developing into a food destination city.  I love my hometown.  I didn't always feel that way..