By the time you read this, I will be suffering from my annual Frito Pie hangover*. As part of our annual journey to Austin for the madness that is South by Southwest (Interactive version, thank you very much), we journey up Congress Avenue to our regular first-night restaurant. We overindulge on Frito Pie and, yes, live to regret it the next day.
Then we head to the Cedar Door, which rumor has it was Tom Delay’s hangout. We’ve never seen him there, so don’t know this for a fact. We like the Cedar Door (it’s stumbling distance from our hotel), and one year, I somehow hosted the Pluck SXSW party. I don’t think the Pluck people realize this. They were late and someone had to take charge. I have one of those faces.
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