I think Abe and I hit our breaking point with SXSW last night. With the Music Festival portion starting, things in Austin have gone from bonkers to bananas.
After I finished my final interview (check out the latest ones at Reel Artsy and BiCoastal Bitchin), we drove around in traffic, missed a screening, tried to get into a few different restaurants, couldn’t find parking, and gave up. Starving, we walked straight across the street from our hotel to the only chain restaurant that isn’t in California:
Gloria’s Restaurants are all over Texas. Salvadorian cuisine meets TexMex.
When we sat down a huge basket of chips + salsa + bean dip was placed in front of us.
I knew I’d wind up eating a lot of them, so I decided to order the Chile Con Queso as my entree, thinking it was a bowl of Beef Chili with some cheese sprinkled on top.
Obviously I don’t know how to spell. Or speak TexMex. (And I’m not as enlightened of a foodie as I thought myself to be.)
Because I sure was shocked when this bowl of melted cheese was placed in front of me.
As many of you know, me + cheese aren’t really close friends. I love it, but it doesn’t love me back. So ordering a bowl of this was a definite mistake. Especially the large portion size.
I wound up eating about 1/3 of the queso con chile (that’s how I would describe it) and 3/4 of the chips
Abe was sweet enough to spare half of his Spinach Enchiladas…
…which, unfortunately were also swimming in cheese
At least there was some greens?!?
Too bloated for dessert – nothing sounded appealing anyway. I ate two candy samples from the Convention Center Exhibit Hall.
I’m not big on white chocolate, but when combined with peanut butter it’s pretty fabulous.
Have you ever ordered a dish, picturing something totally different?
Needless to say, I now know what chile con queso is. And so do you!