|A regal entrance not aptly captured by this darkened photo!|
The Fonda San Miguel, located in the Allandale section of North Austin, may not be easy to get to as it is intertwined into a residential neighborhood but it is WELL worth the hunt! This remarkable find soon had me recollecting wisps of memory of one other Southwestern Fare offering when Watson and I discovered 'Fidels' in Solana Beach, Ca., an epic experience in an intertwined construct nearly as impossible to find....but only the FIRST time!
|Decor mirroring the finest Mexican Hacienda|
|Art and attention to detail convinced that all angles were covered|
Driving from our guest quarters in the north section of Austin, I was promptly lost and struggled ever so briefly with my bearings while the Contessa seemed to immediately abandon all hope and sought out the help of her new found friend Siri, who I must point out was slow on the uptake, annoyingly syrupy to the ear, and not all that bright in my estimation!
Suddenly from around the bend appeared a plethora of azure lights that mentally instilled visions of OZ itself coming into existence right before our eyes.....only to discover this WAS our OZ, the Fonda San Miguel, a virtual palace in the Southwest with an entranceway that was breathtakingly exquisite (though not as easily captured with our rudimentary 19th century photography methods). This dining excursion is an experience that should be absorbed fully beginning with a respectful gaze on the front entrance; a start with grandeur which portends your coming adventure.
|A view from the bar corner|
Upon our arrival, and to our bemused surprise, we learned that this very large, and very expansive bastion of cookery was that very evening teeming with a private party in their large back dining room which thusly pushed the normal Wednesday night crowd into ANY available area that could be found. Many times in my pursuits when perusing any particular city I find the desire to dine in locations where the locals flock and dine and in a situation like this one where inhabitants were literally found eating and drinking in the foyer awaiting any open flat surface, I sensed a special evening was in store.
I had already surmised that our chances of a fine table after a 1.5 hour wait-notice gave us chances of success that were slimmer than a rapscallions shiv, I espied three seats at the sumptuous bar and quickly made a break for it anticipating that the Countess and The Lady would soon take up my lead and follow.....and follow they did for their throats were as parched as my own and any move towards the bar area was a welcomed respite to the elocutions we had all suffered thru that long ceremonious day.
Now, another technique sometimes used with my Baker Street Irregulars is to squire my way into the acceptance of the service staff for it is the Rank and File in any establishment that will serve up quickly the true inner nature of any enterprise. Our three end-o-the-bar seats were directly adjacent to the noisy and overflowing service bar soundboard, a point our whippet bartender tried to protect us from at first by sequestering three seats towards the center bar and away from the 'splash' zone, as he had described.......but we were having none of it!
All three of us (again, with all due respect to my two esteemed guests), felt right at home in the confines of this bustling service area and with a toss to the wind of both pomp and circumstance we soon began our escapade.
Lady Marlene, visually caught up in the aura that a well stocked Tequila collection can do to a person, opened with 'Un Numero Una Margarita'....a special blended concoction made by our stylishly Pompadour sporting bartender and delivered in a wisp with nary a splash...... while The Contessa opted for her oft anticipated and highly desired vodka with the juice of the cranberry, brand unimportant.....an alcoholic feat that defies expectations on it's surface and one that I will stay focused on for it's continuity as we remain in this investigation.
For myself, I wanted to avoid the ubiquitous Margarita.....Mango, Watermelon, Numero Uno, or any of the other specialty choices offered with so much regality for despite their effervescent delivery and ready acceptance at any Bolero', my temperament was pushing me in another libational direction. Avoiding my requisite Bombay Sapphire Martini I chose to challenge the fine Whirling Dervish behind the bar and ask for his recommendation in a Whiskey variety and without a beat missing he chose a 'Nuevo Estilo' of Bulleit Rye Whiskey, Amaretto, and Angostura bitters (and who this Angostura is and why he remains so bitter after all of these years just escapes me.....)
My royal guests were soon completely smitten with their choices while I was a tad intrepid in my first sip, and rightly so! This was no ordinary bromide as it elicited a most delicious and immediate cranial orientation and was a pronounced delight to the palate but set me to wondering just exactly how many sips might be made before unconsciousness were to visit....and the number I arrived at was rapidly approaching!
|La Camarones Especiale|
With his bona fides firmly in place, we jointly decided to throw caution to El Nino and rely on our ferret-like Elvis look alike mixologist for recommendations and again, without a quiver of arrows hesitation he selected La Camarones Especiale, which both of the ladies chose immediately (the decision making process already beginning to dull) while I elected to test the standards of Southwestern fare with the Enchiladas de Pollo if only so that I may continue to use this as a base for my comparisons with the others I have had the pleasure and thus make apt reference on the differences....such is my scientific method.
Our tired and weary outer selves soon gave way to an almost boisterous effervescence as our now wonderfully relied upon bartender extraordinaire was pouring the last vestiges of many a fine cocktail into private 'tasting' glasses for the Royal Ladies who were soon opining on the delicate tastes of various locally made margarita's, smoothies (indeed!) and the like...... and while every intention appeared on the surface to be simply proper, my wits told me to remain alert for these VIP's were in my care and I was to assure that nothing would happen untoward them while in my presence...however happy and joyous they appeared to become while 'tasting'....(ahem!)
|Enchiladas de Pollo, midway thru!|
The Camarones Especiale on seasoned vegetables ....extraordinary....... Enchiladas de Pollo.....succulent and smoky, almost to the point of sublime....the 'smoke' appearing to rise right up out of the black beans and were unlike any frijoles negro I have witnessed in any part of Florida (with all due respect to the Cubano influences rife throughout La Peninsula.)
|El Mateo Postres|
By nights end a dessert of some nature was in order and, again proffered by our now new best friend behind the bar, El Mateo - A Cajeto and Vanilla Ice Cream with Frangelico liquer proved to be the glaze on the evening's festivities and was devoured in such rapid fashion that a photo of said dessert was not taken until it was nearly devoured and melting; not unlike our withering gray matter by that point and a hasty exit was soon in order but certainly NOT before tipping both the hat AND the pipe to a most memorable experience in the city of Austin and one that I would not hesitate to partake in again! THIS is a keeper for many a future visit!