I’ve never managed to find them open but there is a certain Steinbeck-ian charm to their rough and tumble set up.

A tired, worn out bus parked in a gravel lot filled with broken glass, scorpions hurtling towards you, a mongrel dog laying in the shade growling long and low, a few rickety, broken chairs lying on their side here and there.

It’s a very nice scene if you have a love of the desolate.

1602 E 12th

Austin, Texas

78702

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