After picking up our rental car, our first stop was the Magnolia Cafe. I’d heard my husband’s fond memories of heavenly panakes eaten when he’d played South by Southwest with his band, and it had been insisted that there was no finer place to “break the seal” on our Austin dining experiences. The Mr. went straight for migas and a gingerbread short stack, while I chose the turkey reuben and roasted potatoes. No joke, it was amazing. And so began my love affair with the Magnolia Cafe.
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