The good, the bad and the boozy: 3 meals at Swift’s Attic
When I moved to Austin, Swift’s Attic was buzzing with enough neon-blue hype to electrocute a passing mosquito. When a stranger learned I was “into food,” it was always, “Have you been to Swift’s Attic? Oh man, you have to go.” So I did. Three times. Twice for brunch, once for dinner. My verdict? Meh.… Continue reading The good, the bad and the boozy: 3 meals at Swift’s Attic