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!