And Saturday. And Sunday. The arrival of fall means weekends spent watching football, up close and on-screen, and yet another opportunity to love the greatest game on earth for all the usual reasons. Forty-nine of them, in fact.
In our annual roundup of the restaurants everyone’s talking about, you’ll find a bare-bones taquería, a bastion of cowboy chic, a snazzy deconsecrated churchand dishes that range from soup (squash blossom) to nuts (toasted cashews with chocolate-swirled bread pudding). Not to mention a little French place in San Antonio that’s the best of the best.
March 1, 2003 | by Patricia Sharpe | Feature