I actually dreamt of this blog as I sat at the lonely bar at Lupe Tortilla on Shepherd near I-10. I thought it would be far more crowded. But it was the Dallas Cowboys on the big screen, and I guess there aren't that many fans to be found in Houston.
(I was raised in the Dallas area myself and loved the Cowboys during the Staubach, White and Aikman years. Yes, even Danny White. But when I came to Houston in 1998 and we got our Texans soon afterward, all thoughts of America's Team vanished.)
The drink: $4 house margarita on Mondays during NFL games. The first one was admirably tart and gave me a bit of a buzz. The second tasted more of orange juice from concentrate, which I loathe in any margarita.
The food: Chips with an OK tomato salsa, a really good bean concoction, and even a complimentary (small) chili con queso. Inspired by one of my favorite foodies, I ordered the $9.95 Flat Enchiladas from the "Tacqueria" (i.e. no rice and beans) part of the menu. Four corn tortillas were stacked and filled with seasoned ground beef, cheese and tomato, and surrounded by a strongly cumin-centric chili. It was delicious, but I could only finish half, bringing the rest home in a Styrofoam box.
The service: The bartender was very friendly if a little absent for significant intervals. However, as a solo patron, I felt very welcome and would return.
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