I shot this picture a few years ago, early in the morning when one of the TT's customers was leaving to sleep it off.^
Dan Casey's column this morning in a local daily newspaper (here) splashes the "chile" on the counter at the Texas Tavern, which celebrated its 80th birthday yesterday.
I thought that, after my last experience with a TT birthday (75th), which I celebrated by discussing how awful the food is, would be my final reference to Texas, Taverns and birthdays for a while. ("Chile" is supposed to be chili, but the misspelling is only the first misrepresentation.)
Dan, however, has brought it up again in a column that is just about perfect. He likes the food as much as I did.
Here's a story I regaled Dan with this a.m. while telling him I liked the column:
Owner Matt Bullington's dad Jim, an old buddy of mine (and an accomplished photographer), tells this story: "We get people coming in at 2 in the morning so drunk they can barely lay on the floor without holding on. They've had a bottle of wine, a couple of mixed drinks and a six-pack of beer when they get to the restaurant and they order a cheesy western, hot dog with and a bowl with and one of our eight-ounce Cokes in the bottle, thinking that will get rid of any hangovers they might have the next day. When they wake up feeling like they've been hit by a garbage truck, they blame it on us. Every time."