Morning – Browse local shops on South Congress - Vintage threads, local coffee shacks, murals—this street isn’t curated for cameras, it’s lived in.

Lunch – Franklin Barbecue - Where line-waiting becomes part of the ritual. Here, brisket is no myth—it’s irresistible, succumbs to your jaw, and earns every national accolade it’s ever been showered with.

Afternoon – Casino El Camino (Sixth) - A dive bar shrine featuring legendary burgers, rock-and-roll jukebox, and bartenders who know your drink before you order.

Evening – The White Horse - If Texas honky-tonk had a beating heart, it’d sound like this place. Whiskey in one hand, boots sliding across a beer-sticky floor, and a band that’ll make you question whether you ever actually knew country music.

Breakfast – Radio Coffee & Beer (South Lamar) - A caffeine temple by morning, a beer garden by night. The kind of joint where your laptop dies at noon and you’re halfway into your first pint before you notice—or care.

Late-night – Veracruz Tacos (East Cesar Chavez) - They’re not tacos. They’re tiny, edible love letters to Mexico—folded, warm, and unapologetically fresh. You eat them leaning over the sidewalk so you don’t drip on your shirt.

Dinner – Odd Duck (South Lamar) - A manifesto of local produce—each plate is a poem about Texas fields and seasons. The kind of restaurant that changes daily because life happens.

Late-night – Rainey Street (East Cesar Chavez) - A neighborhood that traded white-picket fences for craft cocktails and food trucks. It’s equal parts backyard party and urban playground, fueled by equal parts tequila and ambition.

Brunch – Birdie’s (East 12th) - Backyard dinner party vibes, award-loud enough to be praised by Bon Appétit and yet unpretentious in the best possible way. Food, community, laid bare.

Midday – Amy’s Ice Cream - Ice cream made by people who believe dessert should be fun, messy, and possibly involve throwing scoops across the counter. Kids love it. So do drunks at midnight.

Afternoon – Ramen Del Barrio - Japanese-Mexican fusion born from memory and mashup—ramen that carries stories and slurps its way into your soul. James Beard semi-finalist, and smartly so.

Evening – Dai Due - Hunting, gathering, butchering, cooking—Dai Due’s not playing around. This is Texas on a plate, primal and elegant, the kind of food that makes you nod in approval before you’ve even swallowed.

Morning – Zilker Park - Your lungs fill with green. Frisbees fly overhead. It’s the great democratic equalizer of Austin—dogs, hippies, tech bros, and picnickers all chasing the same sun.

Lunch – Terry Black’s Barbecue - Brisket so tender it should come with a warning label. The smoke hits you before the line does, and by the time you get to the counter, you’re already half-drunk on the smell.

Afternoon – Las Perlas (Downtown) - Dimly lit, mezcal-heavy, and dangerously inviting. It’s not where the night begins, but it’s often where you make a decision you’ll regret—in the best possible way.

Evening – Dive bar crawl (Deep Eddy Cabaret, Cloak Room, Donn’s Depot) - Walk into dive bars that aren’t trying to look cool—they are cool. Old-school charm, neon glow, and locals who define “community.”