An all-is-well emergency circumstance took me to Houston this evening, which gave me the opportunity to catch up with some fine folk. Although Houston really has developed its own unique social culture of late, there are pockets of Austin throughout. We found ourselves at Cedar Creek Cafe, a bar and restaurant I thought could have been plucked straight out of east Austin and placed in the Heights. Not only did the ambiance scream Austin, so did the clientele, which ranged from hipsters to a kitten-pushing, Kenny Rogers look-alike. To be sure, Cedar Creek can't quite stand up against Austin, but the company I was with more than made up for any discrepancy.
