We recently had out-of-town guests staying with us. As a sign of gratitude, they offered to take us to dinner at any restaurant we wanted. My boyfriend and I didn’t even consult each other to discuss where we should go. Perry’s. No question.
If living in Austin has taught me one thing, it’s to not judge a book by its cover. Especially when it comes to food. Some of the tastiest things you’ll ever eat in this town come from a sketchy trailer run by a guy who looks like he just escaped from maximum-security prison.
I’ve seen a lot of funny in this town– stand-up performances, open mics, sketch shows, and so on– and improv at the Hideout is the one that keeps me coming back for more. Where else can you watch a gorilla with social anxiety organize a baby shower?