One evening, while sitting on a patio in a little residential neighbourhood, we noticed music coming from what looked like someone's home. We thought it may be a house party, (and may have debated crashing it). Upon closer inspection, we realized it was a little bookshop, which ran as a spot for a drink at night. We walked down the laneway beside the shop, The Wild Detectives, and realized that the music we'd heard was coming from a band playing to a small crowd. There was a small table of people assembling tacos in one corner, and people dancing to the band, (who I later found out were called 'Los Patos Poderosos', and they were incredible). We felt like we'd just stumbled upon something very special.
This was a coffee shop located in the Joule Hotel, (where I will most definitely have to stay at some point). It was called 'Weekend' and served the oddest tasting coffee I've ever had. I swore it tasted vegetal.
The lobby of the hotel contained a big, beautiful teak table and chairs, and lead to a few boutique shops including a Taschen shop!
Um, so we went back to 'Truck Yard'. It was even better the second time around, (when we ordered sliders and Dr. Pepper with real sugar and crazy Cajun potato chips called 'Zapp's').
A little later we made our way over to the Arts District where the theatres and galleries are. There was an incredible exhibit on at the Dallas Museum of Art called 'Slavs and Taters', featuring work by political artists in the form of giant hooked rugs. The collection was an investigation of language as a source of political and metaphysical liberation.
Thank you, Dallas. You treated us real nice.