Tapping the Hay, Mama
Uncle Bob was kind enough to pick us up from Austin and spare us a seat-kicking, greyhound bus journey. This had an added bonus that he could take us on a more scenic route on the way back to Kerrville and as an extra super bonus he mentioned that he had recently discovered that a international bar called, ‘The Tap Room’ with scores of different tap beers was ‘mostly’ on the route back .
Unfortunately our thirsts were open for business but the bar wasn’t– at least for another hour. Instead, we kicked around the Texas State University campus and watched Duffy chase after squirrels . We were really hoping that the Tap Room would be everything that we hoped it would and like almost everything in America, it didn’t disappoint. The bar had over 40 international beers on tap, including a nice Scottish beer and a couple of nice imported German beers, which we of course consumed. There was notably no Australian beers on tap, which was kind of a good thing since all we ever see here is Fosters and as the bar tender said, ‘It’s not very good’. Well put I thought, especially since there are 40 infinitely better beers on tap.
The Wall Of Beer
Of course, we had a few and Uncle Bob wanted to strike a few poses…
After settling in back at the ranch, I was put to work doing hard yakka. Of course, physical labour always looks manliest when shirtless so naturally….
The Hulk of Hunk
The photo is actually quite a nice one, the dead oak tree in the background makes it look really cool. Well done Leels!
As a reward we were treated to a little chunk of Vegas right in downtown Kerrville, a Mexican joint called, ‘Mama Citas’ ( pronounced: mama see tahs). It has the old “outside-in” feel with a starry night in the roof and a life-size replica of the Alamo and David Crockett. Ofcourse, the food is pretty good as well.
Mama Cita's spectacular
Next we went into the local hardware/everything store called Gibson’s. The motto for the store is “If Gibson’s don’t have it, you don’t need it” and I reckon that’s about true. Naturally we headed straight to the gun area where we found a rather scary but incredibly friendly gun mad Texan salesman. He was telling us all about his time as a paratrooper and how if the USA tried to implement similar gun laws that we have in Australia, that they would have to pry his guns out of his “cold dead hands”. He also was bringing out lots of guns (including pink guns – for the girls of course) and kept asking if we wanted to hold them for some photos. We politely declined as we didn’t want our prints on anything handled by that guy. Another thing which was a bit crazy was 20″ long machetes for sale for $6 – all in a rubbish bin type thing on the floor of the store – and packaged with just cable ties holding them to a thin cardboard backing.
We are heading up to Lake Buchannan to see Aunt Chris and co tomorrow so we will be sure to get plenty of photos and will report back on the weekend.
Over and out,
Rob