Is it worth the wait?
My first night in Austin, I arrived in the city frazzled and hungry. I had flown down for a job interview and my flight had been delayed. Twice. A friend picked me up at the airport and seeing the exhausted, slightly crazed look in my eyes, he pronounced, “We’re going to the Driskill.” Twenty minutes later I was nestled into a leather couch, a Tiffany lamp gently shining on my Manhattan. I was at peace.