Sunday March 11, 2017
Even though we had coupons for free breakfast in the hotel restaurant, we enjoyed a lazy morning. While I was waiting for Mariton to finish getting ready, curiosity got the best of me and I opened another of the pie jars, this time the blue magic.
Although I bought them to enjoy with the group, they are suddenly dropping like something out of an Agatha Christie novel. We didn't leave the hotel until 9:30, which is late for us.
Our destination was the Sixth Floor Museum
where Lee Harvey Oswald is blamed with shooting president Kennedy in 1963. This museum is so close to our hotel, we actually had a clear view of it and Dealey Plaza
from our hotel window.
It has been a good six or seven years since my last visit and several things have changed, including the entrance, which threw me off. Even though the parking lot was relatively empty, the lines inside were long. This is a small interior, trying to handle big crowds, but still we had to stand in four separate lines before we ever went up to the Sixth Floor. Although I was more patient than usual (which isn't saying much), several in the crowd were grumbling. Once we took the elevator upstairs, it was wall to wall people. You do have headphones attached to a wand-like device that gives out plenty of great information, but it was practically impossible to actually see the displays without hand-to-hand combat. I lead Mariton to focus on the most important parts, including look out of the window that Oswald made the fatal shot. This was impossible before, since it used to be surrounded by boxes (as it was on that fateful day), so that is an improvement. Anyway, we did enjoy our time here and Mariton is now of the mind that it couldn't have been Oswald and was all fired up. Sorry, there is no photography allowed in the museum, including in the gift shop, which struck me as odd.
We also spent sometime outside, including the infamous grassy knoll, but we had taken those photos before on previous trips, so we didn't stick around long. Besides, there was pie to eat! Emporium Pie Shop
is on a short list of my favorite pie shops in the country. I haven't loved everything, but when they are on, they are spectacular. Because they are located on a busy street in the Bishop Arts District, parking here is usually problematic. There is a little lot next door, but it says parking only for three businesses and none of them are Emporium Pies
. But, if you go behind the building, they have a small three car lot, which was wide open. Few things in life make me happier than finding good parking spots. There is a sign
letting you know who can park there and who can't. Wait, I'm a little confused. Is a pie to the face a punishment or a reward?
The interior is small, with only a handful of tables.
As I walked in, I noticed a man sitting with a group wearing a Clemson shirt, so we complimented him on this choice and said "Go Tigers". Turns out the entire group were Clemson graduates, so we happily discussed the past season. By now, Mariton was already up at the counter looking over the pies and made her choice.
I was sure she would go for Dr. Love, the red velvet pie, but she chose Cloud Nine,
a three level pie with salted caramel, butterscotch, topped by a brown sugar meringue. I find this pie overly sweet and gloppy texture just doesn't do it for me. Mariton ate about half of it and then gave up. My first inclination was the Lord of the Pies, which is a tall stacked apple pie. But, I've had this at least a half dozen times and it was time to try something new. The Blue Steel
looked great and this turned out to be a great choice. As good as those blueberries tasted, the star here is always that buttery, flaky crust. We took turns forking this into oblivion. Mariton enjoyed a coffee with her pie and commented on how strong it was. Emporium Pies314 N. Bishop AvenueDallas, TX469-206-6126
We were meeting fellow Roadfooders for lunch at 1:00pm, which gave us another hour to kill. What should we do during that time? Eat, of course. Mariton has particularly enjoyed our visits to Fuel City Tacos
in the past, although most of those stops have been late at night when the place is really hopping. On a Sunday morning, there was much less activity going on.
I went up to the order window
at the taco shop, while Mariton ordered elote from a little cart set up in front.
We have had this elote
in the past and loved it. Unfortunately, this time it was so salty than neither one of us could take more than two bites. The tacos,
one barbacoa and one pastor were much better. The young lady who took the order recommended the flour tortillas, although neither one of the flour or corn are made in house. Along with the slightly hot sauce and the lime to give it some zing, this made for a very enjoyable snack. More heavy duty was the barbacoa burrito,
which was tasty enough that despite the fact that we were meeting friends in a matter of minutes, I couldn't not finish. Fuel City Tacos801 S. Riverfront Blvd.Dallas, TX214-426-0011
We drove over to Slow Bone
arriving at 12:40 and waited for the rest of the Dallas group to arrive.
Much more to come.....
post edited by buffetbuster - 2017/03/24 08:49:32