These are the rides I did last weekend, and just never got around to posting. Somehow I managed to not get any bike paraphernalia in any of these pictures, so you’ll just have to trust me that I biked there.
I was somewhat ambitious this year, thinking that we would try to do different places than last year. That ambition lasted until the exact second that I got my “Kolache Saturday” e-mail from the local coffeeshop/restaurant/grocery store. They have special chef’s choice Saturday breakfasts every week, most of which are out for us because they heavily feature sausage and ham. But their Kolaches are great.
Kolaches, if you don’t know, are a basic yeasted dough with a fruit filling. You can start fights here by suggesting that some kolaches have meat–for the diehard, meat “kolaches” are called something else. The fillings these days are all over the place. These two are apple spice and pumpkin pecan. (There’s a place between Houston and Austin that makes some with cream cheese and a mini Hershey bar in the middle. They’re kind of my favorite.)
Plus some latte art:
This place has the best coffee in town, but their bike parking is crap. We had to stash our bikes in a hedge and then only go in one person at a time to order.
Total ride distance: 9.26 miles.
Next up (cue angelic chorus) is a beloved Indian restaurant. It is more authentic in spirit than in fact, and one of the ways they’ve branched out is by offering a great breakfast menu.
Breakfast-sized dosa, anyone? This is amazing. The coffee’s good, too.
This cafe wins my vote for strangest bike parking. You go into the parking garage, and then in the corners they have these vertical bike hooks:
I wouldn’t have even recognized them, except we used to have a similar set in our garage. Yes, I know my bike locking is average at best, but this is a very low-risk area.
We were on the bikes by 7:15 in the morning, because this place really crowds up for Sunday brunch. We’ve had to leave empty handed before, and I wasn’t sure exactly when they would start to get busy. Not at 7:30, it turns out, because just that week they had started opening at 8 instead. Sad face.
Total ride distance: a little over two miles.
These two rides were a study in our bizarre “fall” weather. Saturday morning was 75 degrees and 99% humidity. Really 99. Most people who say “It must be 99% humidity out there!” have no idea what they’re talking about. It’s really miserable, even at 75 degrees. Sunday morning, on the other hand, I was huddling with my coffee cup for warmth.