AHHH the spoon--
the cherry bombs (made with everclear) are 5 dollars for a pitcher on sunday-- also they have live music on that night.
Mondays they have free poker through a tournament run by tish. Also monday nights they have dollar beers. They also offer 2 dollar beers out of a pint glass-- but the dollar ones almost fill that up! Â
The stuffed jalepenos are the best. The pizza is good.
Oh my god, NEVER again. Not that I'm against the older locals by any means, but geez. It seems that the wait staff/bartenders in here refuse to cater to college looking students. Maybe that's the reason why everyone in there was over 30.
Service was absolutely non existent, the lady waited on the tables ahead and behind us, but of course not us. So after waiting 15-20 minutes, we just decided to order one beer at the bar and bail. The food around us did not look too tempting either. Oh yeah, and the band sucked. Bad.
Terrible, terrible, terrible.
THIS is Texas.
Not those canned places where they wrap everything up into a nice little predictable package, tie it with a bow and market it.
The Texas Cafe - 'The Spoon' is it is called by locals - is Texas in a nutshell. Or perhaps Texas in a peanut shell, cracked open, thrown on the ground and crushed.
On a good night you'll have a Texas band playing Texas rock or Texas country on stage, and the place will be packed to the brim with locals getting drunk. There will be dancing. There will be pool played. And on really good night you'll probably get flashed by someone who's boobs or penis you really didn't want to see. You may even see a fight break out.
Does it represent the best of Texas? Probably not. But it's real. Rednecks and musicians and college kids and artists and drunks and people from all walks of life.
Rumor has it they serve some mean BBQ during the day, but I've never been for food. I can attest to the cheap beer, and cheap pitchers of cherry bombs (a strong frozen concoction) that if you drink too much of you'll be puking red the next day.
Yea, it was good that I used to live across the street from this place, because driving was often out of the question.