The aforementioned Ryan called this morning and he and his hubby Steve came by my house for a bit. It was Steve's first time in the US of A (Ryan, as you might recall, is an expat to the UK) and I was anxious to hear about his first impressions of it. Isn't it sad that my initial expectation was that he'd find it to be a seething shitpit of ugliness? He noted that the cars here are bigger, but that the drive from Houston to Austin was lovely and green, like the English countryside.
I suggested that we go grab some tacos and so off we went to Arandas, the local taqueria for Mexicans, by Mexicans. I was seriously excited about this. A British national who has been in the US for less than 48 hours is getting his first dose of authentic Mexican food! The paparazzi of my mind was taking a shit-ton of photos! I thought fondly of my first Cornish pasty from the cart in front of Liverpool Station and wondered if this would be as profound an international culinary experience for him. Of course, I daydreamed a lot about that first pasty, about what root vegetables it might have or if its dough was made with butter or lard (or both). I doubt Steve was sitting at home in London Googling horchata and looking forward to his first taste of al pastor.
OMG! BRITS AT ARANDAS! Ryan has picked up an accent, too. Totally cute.
Ryan reports that he had to quit wearing my Vermont t-shirt because Vermonters on holiday to the UK would accost him on the street and ask if he was from Vermont. Tourists just want local friends, I guess.
Posted by Zerd at April 30, 2008 08:31 PM