For dinner, I had PBR, chips and salsa, and a burger and fries from the Alamo Drafthouse. The Drafthouse is a chain of movie theaters out of Austin that serves food and adult beverages. They used to do a MST3k-style show out of their main Austin location with some UT students turned stand-up comediennes that was amazing. Alas, they have moved on in their lives, and "Mr. Sinus Theatre" is gone forever.
The salsa was the best part of dinner. It tasted homemade. For a theater chain, they make a lot of things from scratch- the pizza sauce, the sangria, maybe even the salsa. It had a nice level of heat, good tomato flavor, and a texture that was not too chunky. The chips came out warmed, but would have been mediocre had the salsa not been so fabulous.
The PBR was exciting. For some reason, we've had a ton of trouble finding it for sale in Houston. We figure there aren't enough snotty hipsters here to enjoy it, or that they choose to drink the local hipster beverage of choice, Lone Star.
The burger and fries were decent. The fries actually consisted of wedges too thin to be described as 'homefries', but too thick and wedgey to qualify as french fries. In seasoning, they were closer to a french fry, with salt and a little herbed seasoning. The burger was rather dry, and was too low-fat to make a decent hamburger. I requested "rare, if possible" on our little ordering sheet, and it was maaaybe a tiny bit pink in the very middle. I just think it's a little sad that nobody wants to serve me raw meat for fear of a lawsuit. It seems clear that all these restaurants believe their meat is dangerous; I'm just a little bothered that it seems to be ok in the U.S. to serve dangerous meat, as long as it's been fully cooked. Maybe next time I'll bring my own grass-fed, family-farmed hamburger meat with me. Or maybe I should just go veggie.
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