I sat down at the bar newly cured, almost clean and mighty thirsty. "Any cider?" I asked hopefully when I saw they had Fat Tire on tap. Nope. "Any local beer?" Nope. Sigh. That settles it. I'm never taking Austin for granted again. I selected some amber something they had on tap. It didn't really matter anyway - it was just for show.
The Mint was built in 1909 with a major redecorating overhaul in the late 40s. A number of animal and antler mounts are peppered around the bar area, including the exquisitely rendered jackalope lair seen in this picture, which was also my first official jackalope sighting in the state of Wyoming. Wahooooooo!! Wyoming is the jackalope capital of the world.
I really loved the area that had been set aside for the pool table at the back of the bar. I'm not much of a pool player, but I could easily have hung out there all night with a handful of friends and some Shiner longnecks, smokes and a bunch of big stories to tell.
Aw-ight. it was about time to go back and retrieve my laundry from the dryer. My beer was getting too warm by then anway.
Adios, my minty amigos!