We met friends for another Linner date in the beautiful King William district in San Antonio this afternoon, hitting it just as the lunch crowd was leaving and finishing up before the dinner crowd came in. I do love the feeling of having the place to ourselves, for the most part.
The Liberty Bar had originally been on Josephine Street but moved into an old convent where, as it turns out, Eva's grandmother passed away many years ago. Yea, so let me just fill you in on that before we go any further.
There is a bunch of road construction in King William, so you have to detour around to get to the place. As we were going from street to street, Eva started talking about the fact that she knew the streets around there because in her final weeks of life, her grandmother had been placed in this nursing facility near our destination. Then, we pulled into the parking lot of The Liberty Bar and Eva said, "This is the place my grandmother died!" Bon appetit!
When we met our friends before entering, we all had a good laugh over the coincidence and of course they offered to go someplace else if it made Eva uncomfortable, but really, I think she had hopes that perhaps she might have a spiritual moment with the old gal. No such luck, that I'm aware of.
That equates roughly to quail with green mole. I had a small bite and it tasted like chicken. They gave her a hot, moist cloth towel to encourage her to pick it up and gnaw on it with her hands. She did and it was a mess, but good.