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austin’s secret film burns & breakfast taco confessions

@Jasper Reed2/7/2026blog
austin’s secret film burns & breakfast taco confessions

i woke up under a *mural of willie nelson with last night’s migas still stuck to my shirt-welcome to austin, where the indie scene bleeds into your scrambled eggs. the air’s thick enough to chew, but hey, at least the sun’s auditioning for a Coppertone ad.

graffiti alley in austin with neon signs
"go to kerbey lane at 3am," slurred some dude at whiskey ditch, "but only if you wanna hear a drag queen explain kafka over pancakes."

san marcos and lockhart are basically breathing down austin’s neck if you need a change of scenery. heard valentina’s tex mex does a brisket taco that’ll make you question your life choices (yelp agrees, kinda). someone also hissed that hotel vegas‘ patio is where bands go to either die or get famous-no in-between.

crowded austin bar with string lights

locals side-eyed me when i asked about south congress. "it’s where influencers go to lick expensive popsicles," warned a bartender at the white horse. better off lurking near cheer up charlie’s-found a punk violinist there covering dolly parton and i’m still not over it (tripadvisor’s clueless, as usual).

"don’t trust any coffee shop that charges more than $4 for cold brew," growled a guy fixing his fixed-gear bike outside jo’s.
austin texas skyline at sunset

pro tip: the best shit happens behind dumpsters here. found a vhs tape of someone’s failed indie horror flick near the continental club*-reddit says it’s a rite of passage.


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