No matter. I had a seafood platter, Sarah had the shrimp boil and Jackie O. had catfish. It was good and solid. I like to eat fish on the road, because it’s not too filling.
Jackie O. took over the driving, and we stopped off in Georgetown, a far north suburb of Austin, for a Dairy Queen blizzard. The Texas DQs remain somewhat solid. Decently managed. Clean. Not the fate of our Oklahoma Dairy Queens the last 30 years. But DQ got us on marketing. They are plugging a blizzard in a waffle cone. Sounds great. But it’s a scam. You pay more and get less. I’d say the waffle cone gives you less than you get in a small blizzard. Oh well. Live and learn.
We pulled into San Antonio and drove to the Springhill Suites on the edge of downtown. Nice location. Not on the Riverwalk, but close enough to walk. And not far from the arena where the Thunder will try to take down the Spurs.
A far cry from Los Angeles, where everything is spread out and congested, one of the worst combinations known to man. Should be a good time in San Antone.