Saturday started out with brunch with friends at The Mecca, a longtime (west) Dallas diner. Like every great Texas diner I frequent, the iced tea is sweet and the chicken fried steak is served all day by a friendly (but not going to take your bullshit) staff. According to our friends that spend at least 2 brunches a month in this establishment, the highlight of the breakfast menu is the gargantuan cinnamon rolls. My shoddy iphone pic doesn’t do this pastry justice (especially since the color balance is beyond off), but trust me it’s far tastier than it looks.
mmm…migas
After hoisting ourselves out of the comfy booth that was encouraging our food coma, we ventured to the Harry Hines Bazaar in search of pinatas, confetti eggs, cowboy boots and wranglers. I came extremely close to purchasing a pair of lovebirds…but I regained some sense once I realized that cage cleaning would be regularly required of me.
I could eat my weight in elotes
*iphone pics by me.
