If you want to feel old, come to Austin—especially during the South By Southwest (SXSW) Music Festival. The streets (and bars) are filled with under-thirties most of whom sport multiple tats, multiple piercings, and multiple hair colors.
We made no definite lunch plans for our day of wandering. We would just find something nearby when the mood struck. But as we wandered down 6th Street, I couldn’t help but peek into the various bars and restaurants, virtually all of which were full of the young and hip.
Despite their best attempts, we resisted the 6th Street versions of mid-way barkers who would try to entice you into their establishment with the promise of “the coldest beer in Austin.” These guys reminded me of the gentlemen who would pop out of every other store front on the Ocean City, Maryland boardwalk wanting to sell you either a time-share or gold jewelry.
Our wanderings took us past Chupacabra Cantina, and I noticed that the restaurant wasn’t overly busy and that the diners looked—well, they looked normal. Let’s eat there.
We headed back to the Metrorail Station for the return trip to Leander. On the way, we thought about 6th Street. It could easily have been the center of a section of the city called "Old Town Austin" and filled with cowboy-related souvenir shops with a staged bank robbery and.... Well, you get the idea.
While walking was our preferred method of moving from Chupacabra to the Metrorail station, we passed a number of other options.