The Beautiful Mrs. K and I drove to Dallas last week to see Hanna. Originally we were going to watch her run a half marathon, but life gets in the way and we just made it a more relaxed visit. Except for the towing incident. Which I won't mention. Ever. Well, maybe. But not here.
Hanna is very much a foodie. Almost never does her foodie-ness include junk food. However, she has a knack for picking out the most amazing deserts that she can indulge in on special occasions. We thought it was a special occasion, you know, us visiting her in Texas. So we went to this place. I have no idea what the name of it was. But...cinnamon rolls. Think about the best cinnamon roll you've ever had, and that would not cut it against these beauties. Wow.
The next morning, after eating the world's best cinnamon roll, we hopped over to have some of God's coffee. I'm pretty sure God didn't make it. It is served by the coffee shop in a Texas-sized church, though. So maybe God had something to do with it. Regardless, it was awesome.
Lest you get the idea that all we did all weekend was go to fancy eating places, I must tell you that we did more than eat. We ate, yes. A lot. However after God's coffee we went to gym with Hanna and got all swole up. Perhaps in anticipation of yet another awesome culinary experience, you might say. We drove over to the Ice House, which makes it's home on Dallas' Katy Trail. It's an amazing place, with tons of outdoor eating (with heaters and open fires and blankets to keep your arse warm!). So many cute dogs brought along their humans, too!
After a too-big chicken salad salad, we had to take another selfie. Then we walked along the Katy Trail. Their Katy is so different than ours. Yes, it's a rails-to-trails entity, but it's a shorter urban route and it's also paved. It's about 6 miles total, and the Ice House sits dead center. One direction goes into the heart of downtown Dallas, the other direction heads out along the city. We got in a couple miles, saw some of the downtown sights, then moved on to the next adventure.
The Bishop Arts District is similar to the Loop, or the Central West End here in St. Louis. Only it's Texas-sized, of course. There were restaurants, bars, trinket shops, ice creameries, coffee houses, and naturally, a full band playing on one of the corners. Very cool!
Part of me wanted to get these, but it seemed a little self-congratulatory.
I caught these two beauties, sipping on some holiday coffee, enjoying the warm sun on a chilly day.
I really think the Beautiful Mrs. K and I should be models and spokespeople for Wiley X sunglasses, don't you think? Right?
Dallas has it's own arch. Sort of. Not quite as high but really impressive nonetheless.
I see you!
Of course, we ate more. We went to some crazy good Tex-Mex place. And a Lebanese place. And a cool speak-easy like basement bar where the waitress spilled a Mojito on Hanna's pants. And we played mini-golf. I won. We were all terrible. I was just the least terrible. And we took a nice walk on the multi-use path around White Rock Lake, soon to be home to Hanna's bicycling endeavors!
I probably missed something. Suffice to say we did a LOT of stuff. There may have been a high-speed, Grand Theft Auto style chase, too, but that's part of the unmentionable thing I said I'm not going to mention. Ever. Well, maybe sometime. But not here.
