Amy’s Ice Cream and Ruta Maya coffee

I had a near perfect afternoon in paradise on Friday. I’d call it perfect, but I’m not sure that everyone would agree with my definition of temperatures under a hundred degrees, humidity nearly the same, alternately broiling sun and scudding low clouds, being footloose in East Austin during the day, or my definition of the ultimate taco: Angie’s. The tacos drip grease. I bite into the “soft” tacos which looks more like a Taco Bell taco than anything else, and grease squirts out and runs down my arm to the drip off my elbow and back onto the next taco. It’s my bit for recycling, you know. The soft corn tortillas are home made — thick, almost pancake like and taste heavenly. From there, it’s a quick trip up legendary Sixth Street, which looks a lot different in the daylight, toward the other side of town, and I picked up a Ruta Maya Ice Cream Espresso Shake. “These are pretty good?” the counter girl asked me. “The best in the world,” I answered, “the best in the world.” Amy’s Ice Cream and Ruta Maya coffee?