Blanco’s Living inside the Loop, it’s easy to forget you’re in Texas. In parts of Midtown, it’s easier to trick yourself into thinking you’re in Saigon; in parts of the Second and Sixth wards it’s easy to believe you’re in Puebla or Matamoros. But what about Texas? For that, you’ll have to swim the country music-echoing sea of Shiner, Stetsons and Wranglers over at Blanco’s, which feels like more of a piece of its namesake town, New Braunfels — or maybe even Marble Falls — than East Texas.
This article appears in Sep 23-29, 2004.