I Heart San Antonio
I’m pretty sure it started back in (dating myself here) February 1993. My brother was singing for the choir and had a gig in San Antonio, with Dad in tow. So, Scott and I loaded up in his Chevy pickup and headed to SA so Dad could meet this boy that was starting to steal my heart. If I remember correctly, Scott was wearing starched Wranglers, had a sweet cowboy hat and gave my Dad a pretty firm handshake. Dad’s exact words were, “Wow, that boy can shake a hand.” Indeed. It was love all around and the weekend we decided to make our dating o-fficial. The rest is, most certainly, history.
Since then, we’ve visited several times and always have a blast. We scored a sweet room at the Westin overlooking the Riverwalk, compliments of a free night stay coupon (love that). Fortunately, we were on the quiet end – no loud bars, drunken guests or blaring music. Perfect-o.
We {window} shopped a little up in Alamo Heights. Ate some out-of-this-world Italian food at Dough (you know us) and ended the day with some more good eats at Rosarios. I may regret telling you this later, primarily because we want to keep this little gem to ourselves, but we think Dough may have some of the best Italian food around. It made Texas Monthly’s #2 top spot to eat in SA and, they make their own fresh mozzarella everyday. When they run out, they close. My kinda place.