No. 170 - Tonga Room, San Francisco
563 Words. 2 Minute Read.
Always on the hunt for dives and oddball gin joints, I’d perused an article about a former basement swimming pool turned indoor lagoon — complete with a floating band and a menu heavy on rum.
No. 169 - The Hair Dryer Called Austin
697 Words. 3 Minute Read.
The air was brittle, blanketing, obnoxious. Austin is like living in the path of a massive hair dryer—morning, noon, and night.
No. 167 - Cabs in Austin & Versailles
973 Words. 4 Minute Read.
As any man knows, there’s a point of no testicular return. It happens upon the submergence of Frick and Frack, when the boys and the central nervous system screech in unison—when a man would just as soon take a Louisville Slugger to the cranium as dip the old coin purse in chilly water.
