Spotted: 3 girls huddling around the ice cream cooler at One-Pump Valero. Also 1 boy.
Facts: It was a Monday night, about 9:30PM CST. It was approximately 39 degrees Fahrenheit outside.
Special notes: One girl in a white beanie broke from the group to get a bottle of red wine. The group settled on a half gallon of Blue Bell’s Cookies and Cream ice cream after much debate.
If you’ve ever been a middle school girl, you’ve taken that quiz that’s called something like “What Type of Girl are You?” Your results are usually limited to these options: The Flirt, The Tomboy, The Artist or The Girl Next Door.
The Girl Next Door is a result to never be ashamed of. In fact, I think it might be the best one out of those 4. But as we know (Drive Me Crazy, She’s All That), the girl next door often is overlooked, prowling lovers usually are enticed by The Flirt and intrigued by The Artist (sorry, Tomboy—-to be fair that’s the only result I ever got).
What I’m trying to say is Taco Cabana is like the girl next door.
Often forgotten, this regional mainstay is mostly known (in my world) for late night breakfast tacos and one of the drive-through spots that offers diet dr pepper.
But I’m asking us, open-minded ‘Cullough residents, to take TC off the bench. “Put me in coach”, Taco C said, “I’m ready to play.”
Next time you and your comrades are brainstorming places to eat or drink, why not suggest Taco C?
I know what you’re thinking: “how will I impress my friends with my SA hot spot knowledge if I don’t take them to trendy areas like the Pearl or Southtown, and hip joints like Barbaro or Cobalt Club? I’m not wearing this crop top for nothing!!!”
Let’s talk about Taco C happy hour. 4-7, everyday. $1.50 (real tequila) margaritas (frozen or on the rocks), $1 domestic beers, and half price nachos! I’ll be honest, these are not lung-burningly strong margaritas. But come see me after your third.
Let’s talk about the salsa bar. It’s unlimited. So many different types of salsas, your bound to like at least one of them. AND jalapeños, cilantro, lemons (I think), onions (I think). FREE OF CHARGE GRAB AS MUCH AS YOU WANT OR CAN STUFF IN THOSE LITTLE PLASTIC CUPS MADE FOR JELLO SHOTS.
The Taco C at the corner of Hildebrand and San Pedro was buzzing with happy hour peeps last Friday at 5:30. One table of co-workers (?) were sharing a pitcher of frozen marg. Not a happy hour special but who cares it’s a pitcher of marg that was probably under $10!
Life on The Patio is nice. ‘Cullough residents are #blessed that we have a TC so close to us. And not just any TC. THE original 1978 first Taco Cabana ever. The TC that started it all.
Something else I find comforting about TC is its omnipresence. I’m driving to work, and I pass like 5 Taco Cs. This makes me happy. It’s like a piece of the ‘Cullough all over. Because I know if I was at work and got suddenly stricken with homesickness, I could just go to the TC a few blocks away and pretend like I was at my old faithful TC on Hildebrand and San Peezy.
So next time you’re playing the “where should we go???” game, suggest Taco Cabana. Because we’ve seen enough 1990′s-early 2000′s chick flicks to know that The Girl Next Door always wins in the end.
In case you haven’t heard, San Antonio was rated the #1 most romantic city according to Amazon.com. The ranking is based on the amount of romantic items bought on Amazon which include things like romance novels, relationship books, romantic comedy movies, romantic music, sexual wellness products, etc. etc. etc.
You go, SA!
Here on the ‘Cullough, we’re not surprised. Romance blossoms on every corner in our neighborhood. In celebration of our new celeb status, and since it is Valentine’s Day tomorrow, here is a list of the top 5 most romantic places on the ‘Cullough. Visit them with your sweetheart and you are sure to make some memories.
1. SUBWAY- 4233 McCullough Ave.
“Do you work at subway?….cause you just gave me a foot-long”
Well, that was my favorite joke in high school. And while it may reek of adolescence, there is an odor of truth: SUBWAY is a great place to take a date.
Depending on how far down the rabbit hole you go (chips, drink, cookie..), you and your partner could leave SUBWAY for under $20. And no one has to get bloated in the name of love. The chopped salad options are fantastic (they basically take a knife and chop up the inside of your favorite sandwich minus bread) and they offer a myriad of healthy sandwich options. Although, if you really want to impress your valentine, order the new Fritos® Chicken Enchilada Melt. That’s a sandwich that says: “Hey Valentine, I’m adventurous, ambitious, and totally self-confident. Also I’ll let you eat a few stray Fritos® that fall out while I’m eating. I love you.”
2. The Upper Deck at Joey’s- 2417 N. St. Mary’s St.
The weather forecast for V Day suggests milder temps than we’ve been having (yay!!). Why not spend a romantic evening making out with your loved one on the wooden upper deck at Joey’s?
When it gets dark enough, no one can really see you. It’s just you and your lover, 2 blurry shadows melting into one. The multicolored lights will twinkle, as will your lover’s eyes as he slowly looks at you and says, “let’s go to the taco truck after this.”
Runner-up make out spot: The Make Out Room at The Mix. Just try to go in there when people aren’t kissing on that couch. Just try.
3. The Rosemont Apartments’ Pool- 402 Holland Ave.
Nothing says romance like a refreshing dip in the Rosemont pool. (Photo credit: Roy)
This is a perfect excuse to get your honey into that string bikini or sassy speedo you’ve been dreaming about. Sure, it’s not quite swimming pool season, but if there is one thing I love, it’s jumping into pools when the water is frigid. Oh, the adrenaline! Go ahead and grab your true love’s hand as you both take the plunge.
Bring 2 towels (OR 1♥) and dry off while lounging on one of Rosemont’s pool-side recliners. Be sure you don’t pick the broken one though…nothing ruins the romantic mood more than taking a tumble from a pool-side recliner.
4. The U.S. Post Office- 2400 McCullough Ave.
I know, I know, you’re over it. But hear me out: a place where long distance lovers send their heartbreaking letters of lust and yearning. Count me in. I bet the USPS is like an interactive romance novel this time of year. If only opening mail wasn’t a federal offence….
Imagine this: You and your boo spending a nice early afternoon (they close at 5PM) rifling through other people’s love letters. I’m pretty sure Cosmo told me this would help my relationship…
5. Anywhere Stray Cats and Dogs Are- All of McCullough Ave.
Why do we have so many stray cats and stray dogs in the hood? Because they LOVE making more stray cats and stray dogs. If you want to experience some unique ‘Cullough romance firsthand, just follow that stray chocolate lab/pitbull mix that barks at you on your run. She is probably headed to seek our her soup du jour aka dog booty call. For them, everyday is Valentine’s Day.
So whether you’re spending Valentine’s Day with pets, friends, Guidos, or that special someone, consider checking out one of the ‘Cullough’s most romantic spots. You won’t be sorry. ♥♥♥
Lately, I’ve been finding every excuse to hit up Walgreens. I love going there. Sunday, I needed sparkling water in the worst way, so after a nice breakfast of tacos and donuts, I forces Roy and Tabner to accompany me to Walgreens.
Here’s the thing about Walgreens, friends (and it’s sister CVS ***they are one in the same to me***): Prices are better on some things, but not as a rule on everything. The real belle of the ball is the REWARD$ card (I have one for Walgreens AND one for CVS). I once got a dollar off my purchase with my REWARD$ card. Just cause I had used it enough. And a few times I’ve gotten cheaper mascara cause of my REWARD$ card.
Some fancier snacks. Isn’t it interesting that Walgreens (and CVS) have their own brands?
You have to be vigilant thought, because Walgreens will try to entice you to buy things you don’t reallllllly need. Except I do need those “Hot Buns”.
And I need these because fruit.
And I’ve been wanting a new hobby.
Have to get these.
Does anyone remember Eckerds?????
I took to the ‘Cullough streets Friday night, because I could NOT wait any longer to find out the truth. Speaking of truths, here’s one: I have never been to Panchitos on a Friday night.
LET ME TELL YOU. Panchitos was in her element. There was a 30 minute wait, but luckily they have expanded their lobby seating aka they are rolling 3 rows deep in chairs against the wall.
I’m sorry that people are so jealous of me… but I can’t help it that I’m so popular, said
Gretchen Wieners Panchitos.
Hello Friday mariachis and lots of people celebrating birthdays!
I know I was there for the spicy marg, but seeing as I had never been to Panch on a Friday night and we had a 30 minute wait after all, my trusty accomplice and I ordered Friday’s drink special, the mythical pain killer, to start off the night.
That thing was a beast of pineapple, liquor, and a caramel rim covered in shredded coconut. Did you know you can choose to have it frozen or on the rocks. I chose rocks. My pain was killed. Immediately.
We sat down with our pain killing goblets and mingled with the high-spirited Friday Panchers as we waited. We met one man who we swapped “why we love San Antonio” stories with. Luckily, as that conversation got weirder and more intrusive, our name was called.
Now down to business: spicy marg.
I turned quickly to the beverages page on the menu and there she was.
Confession: I do not remember the drink’s actual name. Maybe shouldn’t have started off with that painkiller… I don’t know.
I DO know that the name was definitely NOT called “Spicy Margarita” or “Jalapeno Margarita.” It was something sillier, like “Burning Margarita” or “Sizzlin’ Margarita.” What’s in a name? That which we call a marg by any other name would taste as sweet.
And i loved it.
The kick was certainly there! AND I guess because of the spicy kick, they made the marg sweeter than I usually like them. But because of the spicy, it worked for me.
Spicy Margarita At Panchitos: Rumor Confirmed.
Do you hear that? It’s the soft whispers of rumors delicately floating around the ‘Cullough.
Rumor 1: Jalapeno Margarita at Panchitos
If you’ve been to a bar lately, you know spicy drinks are a thing. I even dabbled in making my own habenero infused vodka a year ago (it was awesome, mix it with cucumber vodka and die with good feels).
But I never thought Panchitos would attempt to follow this trendy trend.
As this is just a rumor, I haven’t seen or tasted this margarita, but my source (thanks, Frohoho) said that it was pretty good and they even do some sort of chili powder rim.
Don’t expect this marg to be a classic Panchy $2. Rumor has it that the jalapeno margarita clocks in at around $7, which is pretty standard anywhere else.
This is a rumor I hope to confirm within 7 days.
Rumor 2: It’s going to snow tomorrow
Those are snowflakes for Friday’s picture, people! Snow day Snow day Snow day Snow day Snow day Snow day Snow day Snow day Snow day!
All the seasons in one week. We are so lucky, San Antonio!
Companion rumor: Sunday is sunny and 75.
Rumor 3: Patty Mills like coffee
Yes, it’s been confirmed that Spurs guard Patty Mills may like to drink coffee.
He was spotted at Local Coffee’s Pearl location last weekend(thanks again, Froyoyoha). His beverage of choice was unknown, but it’s likely it was some sort of coffee drink. They do have chai tea at Local but he doesn’t seem like the type.
If anyone has any information about any of the rumors listed above, feel free to share! There is nothing I like more than a little hot ‘Cullough goss!
Except for maybe this song and video:
Remember when I spent a morning at the US. Post Office?
Well as it turns out, our little-slice-of-weird Post Office can be used for other purposes.
Purposes more athletic in nature.
I’ve seen boys skate boarding there after hours.
So yesterday I thought, maybe I’ll go jump rope in the parking lot. It’s after 5PM. Traffic in and out of the lot has slowed. The asphalt is a good surface to get my jump on.
No one bothered me, no cat calls, no cats. My land lord actually stopped by my new gym to say hi while walking his 2 small “water dogs”. This is when LL dropped the bomb that he sold our house……….
BUT DON’T WORRY we don’t have to move. The new LLs seem pretty cool. I met them when they toured our house unannounced as they all do (To be fair, LL had sent a warning text THIS time but it was to Roy who was out of town, not me. He thinks we are the same person). Current LL says the new LLs were even talking about doing some repairs AKA we are about to be on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. Can you imagine?
Moral of the story: The Post Office can be used for more than just a sunset back drop.
I think I’ll use the Post Office gym more frequently now. We could start a group jump rope class….any takers? My mom can mail me my boom box.
Hello big world! The ‘Cullough is back after a nice holiday break. The last few weeks on McCullough Ave can be described in a few words: Guidos, champagne, cold, baking, Guidos.
Now that you’re all caught up, let’s talk about last Friday’s adventure.
Friday, January 10th, 2014 marked the first annual historic St. Mary’s Strip Strut. You know, that thing where you and your friends walk from one end of the St. Mary’s strip to the other, stopping at all* the bars on the way.
St. Mary’s Strip Strut Official Rules:
The strip strut must be completed by a minimum of 1 person. If in a group, not every group member has to buy a drink at each bar. Also, as long as you are inside a bar for longer than 57 seconds, that counts as an official strip strut stop. * Stopping at all the bars on N. St. Mary’s is not necessarily a requirement to successfully complete the strip strut. Places that make more than approximately 50% of their profit from food items, like Tycoon Flats and Candlelight, are not required stops on the strip strut and can be visited or not at the challengers discretion. Live music venues, like White Rabbit and Limelight, are also not required stops along the strut. Challenger discretion is advised. No matter the order of the bars, more than three-fourths of your group must order and consume pickle shots at Hi Tones. No Exceptions. Individuals who do not comply with the pickle shot rule will not receive their certificate of completion.
We arrived at our first stop, Faust, at about 9PM.
This place, as I always say, is very underrated. Our bartender semi-apologized for charging The Cake $3.50 for her gin and ginger because she wanted ginger beer and not ginger ale. Never apologize for selling someone a mixed drink under $4. Rule number 1. Rule number 2: Faust is awesome.
I recently read an article that ranked San Antonio as the #8 least hipster city in the United States (Portland was ranked most hipster, big surprise). But I think I know where SA’s tiny (but growing?) hipster sect hangs…Faust. Plaid Plaid Plaid, y’all.
Next, we said good-bye to cheap drinks and strut over to TBA, where the prices are higher but the drinks are weirder. Bingo got a drink that combined scotch, an IPA, and something else I forgot (blood?). It was OK.
No, those aren’t my friends in the picture. But they looked fun.
TBA was busy as per usual. The lingering question remained: Why does everyone look so fancy? Did all these people come here after an event? OR is fancy the dress code here and they put blood in Bingo’s scotch + IPA drink because of his (our) violation?
Before I could really think about this too much, it was time to move on.
Next: The Mix. We stayed approximately 58 seconds. It was crowded. There was a band. It smelled like a wet towel that had fallen in the toilet. I don’t hate The Mix, but it just wasn’t our scene that night.
Hiding in the room with the pool tables, we thought about hanging out in the TV/MakeOut room, but someone was reading in there so we decided not to disturb him/her.
Next: Joey’s. Joey’s is my personal favorite. No one looks fancy. No wet towel smell. Friendly bartenders, fried food, pizza. We got drinks, met up with a few other colleagues, and strut up to our VIP lounge to look down upon our kingdom.
Love Joey’s. I could have stayed longer but we had to complete the strip strut.
Next: Hi Tones.
Yes, there was a cover. But the sweet-talking Froha got our group in for cheaper because it was Roy’s birthday eve! Big bouncers have big hearts.
Pickle shot time!!!!! We timed it perfectly that when we all got our pickle shots, the clock had just struck midnight, ringing-in a new year of magic and adventures for Roy!
Preforming at Hi Tones was a local hip hop group, Chisme. And they were great. Heads were bobbin’. I think I even “made some noise” when they asked us to. Note to self: investigate the SA hip hop scene.
After Hi Tones, our group split up. Half went to Limelight for a bit and half strut home. I had to wake up at 7:30AM the next day so I needed to hop on that ZZZ train.
All in all, the historic St. Mary’s Strip Strut was a success. It’s always good to take the pulse of the bars in the ‘Cullough area.
As the old saying goes,
Know bars, know you. No bars, no you
Hey all you ‘Cullough fashionistas out there!
I routinely pass by the Buffalo Exchange on Olmos on my Sunday trips to HEB. You know Buffalo Exchange… the used clothing store where you can buy/sell/trade designer/high-ish quality clothes, shoes, and accessories. Every ‘Cullough fashionista knows about Buffalo Ex.
What does this mean? What’s going on? How can BuffEx have an outlet store when it doesn’t even make its own clothes……isn’t it kind of already an outlet store? An outlet for someone’s old, cool clothes?
So I investigated on the Google,
And found this press release:
“Buffalo Exchange has announced it will convert its existing San Antonio location into a Buffalo Outlet in December, 2013….Buffalo Outlet will offer used and new fashions for $7 or less, including markdowns from Buffalo Exchange stores nationwide.”
SEVEN DOLLARS OR LESS—-I’M SKEPTICAL, BUFF!
So $7 or less is pretty cheap. BUT what sorts of rejected clothes end up at the Buffalo Outlet. Think about all the items you roll your eyes at when shopping at the normal BuffEx? I’m imagining Lacoste polos only in throw-up green color and tons of bedazzled jeans.
“…including markdowns from Buffalo Exchange stores nationwide.” —–So does this mean we are receiving the rest of the country’s rejects? I don’t know whether to feel offended or excited. We get the last pick of all of the BuffaloEx inventory in the whole United States!!! Glass half empty? Glass half full? Buffalo half slain? Buffalo half alive?
Has our beloved BE downgraded so hard that we can’t shop their any more? Or will $7 or less make Buffalo Outlet THE place to get seXXXy for new year’s eve and still have $$$ left over for breakfast tacos the next morning?
No, it wasn’t a police car. It appeared to be some sort of block-traffic vehicle. Some construction workers were doing something to McCullough, maybe 30 yards from our house. Cute, I thought, with their lights and neon vests. I bet they are cold.
They were innocent enough, not making too much noise. I took this video:
Fast forward a few hours and I’m snuggled in my bed at about 10:01 PM. The flashing vehicle is still there, and there are some construction noises happening, but I wasn’t bothered by them. It was a steady humming sound, kind of like a sound machine that helps put you to bed. Kind of like waves of the ocean. How lovely, I thought , as I drifted off to dream world.
I was shocked back awake at about 11:45PM to the sound of JACKHAMMERING happening in what sounded like MY BEDROOM. Hardly believing this could be happening, I knew it had to be those construction bros. It was like they were literally JACKHAMMERING INTO THE STREET. Because, well, I think that’s what they were doing. At 11:45PM. On a Tuesday night.
Now I know ‘the ‘Cullough area is no residential oasis like Alamo Heights. But people LIVE on ‘the ‘Coullough (HIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!). You can’t just decide to jackhammer in front of someone’s house at night like that. I get that they were trying to avoid shutting down McCullough during the day for fear of traffic. But what about fear of WAKING UP A SLEEPING CHILD (ME! HI!). My alarm was set for 5AM. I was panicked.
My mind was racing. Did Roy hear this? I didn’t want to leave the warmth of my bed, so I considered texting her. But didn’t. I considered tweeting at Diego Bernal, my faithful councilman. But I didn’t know what good that would do at this point. And I really wanted to focus on trying to fall back asleep. Hint: a duvet + a Heart of the Hills Camp for Girls knit blanket over your head will not block out the sound of JACK-HAMMERING. Especially if it’s happening 20 yards from your bed.
Eventually it stopped sometime after midnight…I didn’t check the clock because I knew it would stress me out. And low and behold I woke up at 5AM feeling okay physically as I always do. Because I’m not a quitter. (Mentally I was still pissed)
I find this whole situation very interesting. I often subscribe to the utilitarian philosophy that whatever provides the most good for the most people is an acceptable choice. Let’s go with the premise that this spot of McCullough needed immediate attention. Would shutting down a small section of McCullough for a few hours during the day have wrecked havoc on more people then people who’s sleep would have been ruined by the night time terrorizing? If so, then theoretically I should be OK with getting woken up because this is the choice that is the best for the largest group of people.
But being a human, I have to take my wants/needs into consideration.
What do you think? Should I be sacrificing my comfort for the good of the City? Or is it reasonable to ask decision-makers to jackhammer in the early afternoon? Or after the surrounding schools are out?
–x0x0x your everyday martyr