Austin was amazing. I loved it! I liked it even better than Seattle and I really, really, love Seattle. Austin is such a fun city and I had a great time, but before I talk about the fun, I have to tell you about the food. Sweet lord, the food. I feel the need to go back right away just for the food trucks alone. I would grow to epic proportions if I lived there because there is no way I wouldn’t want to eat out for every meal.
On Saturday, it all started at a place called Ten Oak.
Yes, it is a bar but they had amazing food. For lunch, I had the bleu cheese and bacon stuffed burger with truffle fries. It was probably in my top 5 favorite burgers of all time. Delicious. And I love a burger with spinach instead of lettuce. So much better.
Being the carb conscious girl I am, I only ate half of the bun and instead had a no-carb shot of whiskey. The things I do to continue on my path of healthy living.
Roaring Fork is attached to the Intercontinental hotel where I stayed. I had the kettle of green chili pork with hot buttered flour tortillas because Melissa insisted it was amazing. I didn’t take any pictures because I was too busy inhaling it but she was right, it was delicious. Also, it was only $7 on their happy hour menu. Big score.
That night, my co-workers and I stopped at a food truck for cheese steak. They said it was amazing but I didn’t have one. Apparently I kept yelling, “but I don’t want cheese steak, I want something shaped like Texas!”
I don’t remember that part.
For brunch on Sunday, we went to a tapas restaurant called Malaga.
I had the steak and eggs and opted for the side of fruit instead of the potatoes. It was by far the best thing I ate in Austin.
While I was eating, I thought, this must be how real food tastes. Every bite was ridiculously good. I’m so used to eating salads and egg whites and ordering things on the side or without sauces for the sake of maintaining my weight. It was so nice to order something I really wanted and it was totally worth it.
The fruit, on the other hand, was a bad idea. The potatoes were omg-I-die-delicious. So I ate all of my co-worker’s potatoes. Because carbs off other people’s plates don’t count. #logic
After brunch, I made everyone seek out the Holy Grail of desserts: the cake shake. (Thanks for the recommendation, Michelle!)
A cake shake is a milkshake with a big ass piece of cake blended into it. I got the red velvet cake with vanilla ice cream and a Wedding and Rabbit cake ball. Because a giant shake isn’t enough sugar. You need cake balls too.
I thought the shake would have been thicker having a piece of cake in there but it was really thin. Note to Holy Cacao…make them thicker! I was also a little bummed because the shakes everyone else ordered were way more delicious than mine. I wish I had gotten a different flavor. I mean, I still drank it all. It is a cake shake, after all. There are people in the world without cake shakes so I took one for the team.
In an effort to continue my shame spiral, I made one more stop before we headed out of town.
Just buying this cupcake felt wrong after everything I consumed before 1:00pm. But my love for cupcakes is strong. Very strong. I got the Sweetberry flavor, which is basically all strawberry. Not even close to a favorite flavor, but I wanted to try something different.
It was meh. I wish I had ordered a different flavor but I’m not sure it would have mattered. The frosting tasted really cream cheesy – more like it should be on a bagel than a cupcake. I like my frosting sweet. So I threw part of it away. At least I know Orlando has my back in the cupcake department.
So there you have it. Two days of indulgence in which I have been paying dearly since with a non-stop tummy ache. A painful reminder of why I eat those crappy egg whites.
It was still worth it.