The search for Flip-Happy Crepes
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We turned West and walked through the entire downtown to Lady Bird Johnson Lake. We turned North and walked another several blocks to the Congress Bridge. Turning West again, we crossed the quarter mile long bridge. Ilana stopped twice on the bridge to ask passers-by if they knew the location of Flip-Happy. No and no. We of little faith started to crack just a little. Another half mile beyond the bridge, another inquiry of a bystander. "oh yeah," he said, I do know that trailer. It's West another few blocks and then North for a distance. There's a fast food hamburger stand on the corner and the trailer is just behind it. It's a bit of a ways. Y'All have a nice day."
My eyes looked askance, I admit it, weakling that I am. We journeyed on, West, then North, block after block, seeking the legendary crepe trailer like Jason seeking the Golden Fleece. Ilana was on a quest. We did not mutiny. Martina and Gary actually stayed in a remarkably good humor. Ilana's face, throat and neck were red with sunburn. And then there it was, the burger joint, the street behind it that we were looking for. We walked up the street, we looked for a trailer. Nowhere did we see one until the very end of the street. Gary spotted it through the trees, a small rag-taggle trailer with the words Flip-Happy Crepes on one end, and in the window a small black sign that said..........CLOSED
Ilana sat down at one of the tables, stunned, disappointed, sorry. She then marched on over to the burger joint on the corner and ordered us fries and tall natural lemonades. Tour guides know what to do in all situations. Refreshed, we all walked back uptown, over another bridge, then just a few more blocks to the Whole Foods store, where we found a table in the shade and finally, after having seen most of the town on foot, had lunch.
It is worth saying here that Ilana rarely misses locating the best reasonably priced places to eat and has found us many wonderful meals everywhere we have visited. She found us another trailer restaurant just a couple of days later called G'rajmahal, which served us up some of the best Indian food we have ever tasted. We love Austin. It is a wonderful town full of gracious, friendly, hospitable people, (when they're not behind the wheels of their cars). beautiful leafy, green parks are everywhere, covered in soft grass, shaded with stately live oaks, bordered by rivers and lakes with walking and biking trails and young people paddling by in rented canoes and rowboats,. There are flowery gardens free to the public, and a fence-less, leash-free, grassy doggie park wider and longer than three football fields strung together. Dogs are also allowed into many of the inviting patio restaurants throughout the town. Austin has a vibrancy to it, an intellectual, artistic and physical aliveness