Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Hipery Loves Company

Hip•er•y: acting like a hipster
*from the Red Velvet Revival Dictionary

I'm in Austin for work this week and being in this town makes me want to eat vegetarian, not let my car idle, and wear mix matched prints. This all fades as i hop on my private jet (What up, SWA!) back to Dallas. I'm lucky enough to be in Austin about once a month and do my best to eat at only local places, trying new places as often as possible.

Tonight I tried out Maoz. Pronounced like wows, but with a M....not ma-yo like a misinformed yelped said. Now, Maoz is actually a chain, but I've never been and they're a Euro chain, so I felt justified. They're know for their falafel and their menu is simple. We're talking 3 options with some different add-ons. I chose the #2 which included a 1/2 Maoz pita (3 falafel & lettuce), Belgium fries (AKA French fries or Freedom fries -- remember that one?), and a drink. Since I got it to go, they gave me a container to fill up on their salad bar. I chose a few different things and 3 sauces. Their garlic sauce was the best! The meal was $7.50 and plenty of food. I honestly couldn't imagine getting a #1 which is, as you can probably guess, a full Maoz pita. The food was all very good & I would definitely go back.

*I'm posting from my phone, so I've added pics but I don't know where they're going to show up. I also don't know how to format on here, but all my "avid readers" have requested more posts! Beggars can't be choosers. Man, I'm on a roll with my sayings tonight.

One last thing...Maoz serves fresh lemonade and iced tea. They also offer an "Arnold Palmer" which I thought everyone knew was a mix of the two. Wrong. While waiting for my food a girl about my age asked for a refill, stumbling over her words and saying something like "umm, Arna Palma or whatever that is." The worker nicely says the proper name and follows that with "I don't know where that name even came from." Come on, people. We are in the South, this is our thing! I am my father's child and could let these people go uninformed so I butted in and told them who Arnold Palmer was and how the drink got its name. They both looked confused and unconvinced, but I felt so much better.

I plan to do a post soon with some of my favorite Austin spots...get ready!

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