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It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood: 7 awesome things very near my house

September 14

Friends who visited recently were surprised San Antonio is so “cool.” I don’t know what preconceptions people around the country have about our town (or if they have ever thought of it at all), but you might be surprised to know San Antonio is the seventh largest city in the country. Yeah, kids, we’re a real city.

Here are some of the crazy awesome things to do in my neighborhood, like within walking distance, or a 5-minute drive.

  1. Moshe's Golden Falafel -- Nick, Mamie and I have eaten here at least once a week since it opened! It's magic.
  2. Landa Libary and Playground -- In my opinion, this is the most beautiful and kid-friendly branch in San Antonio, and it's three blocks from my house. It played a major role in our decision to move to this neighborhood. Not even kidding.
  3. Barbaro -- Fancy pizza, brunch and drinks walking distance from home. My biggest complaint is that they only make lasagna for their late night menu.  Barbaro, I can't go out at 11 p.m. please make me lasagna at a more reasonable hour for old people.
  4. Olmos Perk -- Good coffee, friendly staff, and the perfect place for mama to take a break when the babysitter is at home with Mamie.
  5. Taco Taco -- "Best Tacos in America" or so say some. There are no shortage of good tacos around here, but these may be the best breakfast tacos, and they certainly have the best tacos within a ONE-BLOCK RADIUS of my house.
  6. Period Modern -- If you are a fan of MCM furniture, you are jealous this awesome store is down the street from me. The guys who run it are so laid back and BS-free, they have fantastic taste, and are full of details about their pieces. It's the first place we look when we need furniture.
  7. Brackenridge Park -- Shady trails, playgrounds, the Zoo, a train, botanical gardens -- we don't take advantage of this enough, considering I could probably see it all from my roof.  I blame 100-degree temps, but it's great about half the year!
Come visit me.

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  1. You're working for the Chamber, is that right??? Hello, Anna.

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