So we leapt up COD (9ish) the next morning marvelously refreshed from our coach trip, and wandered over to what I evaluated as the best kolache shop in San Antonio (not as bold a claim as say the best kolaches in Houston). I could say that it scratched our itch but we were still itching . . . Then we checked out of the hotel and hustled over to whole foods to pick up our Thanksgiving feast. Then we took the whole mess of luggage and food over to the house we'd rented for a week. Parked everything at the house, then went over for a late lunch at Nichas nearby . . . We just made it . . . They were closing at 3pm for xmas eve.
Mrs got Carne Asada . . . Imagining a steak like object, but instead she got these bite-sized, kinda-tough, greasy pieces of meat . . . Very TexMex, if you know what I mean . . . She couldn't finish it . . . I had something called The Dad's Plate, that was just fine, Just Fine . . . A cheese enchilada, a tamale, and some fajita meat, washed down with a margarita. Sugar had her constant dish, Enchiladas Verde with a margarita, which she said was all Just Fine, too . . . We were making plans to come back soon, despite Mrs' demurs . . .
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