Each Thursday morning I peddle my little heart out cycling about six blocks to Cisco’s Mexican restaurant down on East Sixth Street for a breakfast club that meets there every week.
An interesting collection of people gather from various fields such as local activism, the state legislature, journalism, the University of Texas at Austin and alike. The local SWAT team are sometimes there getting breakfast, too, but haven’t joined us yet.
Conversation is energetic, yesterday veering from that evening’s vice presidential televised debate to social-mobility or its lack of in today’s America and that may presage the end of the American Dream.
Whatever the topic of conversation, it’s complemented by great tacos and wonderfully attentive waitresses refilling your coffee mug so often that by the time you leave you’re bouncing off the walls and feel like you’d fail a drug test.
It’s a cool place, like the original owner, Cisco, and a plaque on the wall reveals the history of the place, well, sort of.
“On March 2, 1836, Texas declared her independence from Mexico, wild comanches roamed the plains, rangers protected frontier settlements, and this building was not built yet.”