In this slightly insane and surprisingly practical guide to the coolest city in Texas, you'll find out which restaurant President Bush thinks is the best burger joint; you'll get a glimpse of Willie Nelson's home; and the best view of the Mexican free-tailed bats as they make their nightly flights to and from the Congress Avenue Bridge.
©2004 Kinky Friedman; (P)2004 Books on Tape
"A good travelogue conveys a sense of place while pointing the reader towards interesting activities, destinations, places to eat and the like. A great travelogue does all this, but it also stands alone as an enjoyable read, regardless of the reader's travel plans. This quirky tour of Austin, Texas, delivers the whole enchilada." (Publishers Weekly)
"Wish Kinky Woulda Read It"
I enjoyed this book because I live in Austin and I have a great love for this city. Kinky is just hilarious and he has so many good stories. He knows everyone.
I would have liked this audiobook MUCH better if Kinky had read it. I was disappointed about that. The narrator mispronounced some Austin streets and that is just annoying. People here know that Manchaca is pronounced "Man-shack" and Guadalupe is "Guadaloop" and Burnet is "BURN-it," not "Bur-NETT."
"Why isn't Kinky reading!?!?!?!"
I had already heard the abridged audiobook on CD a few months ago as a gift. I managed to listen to it, and it was great to have Kinky tell his own jokes.
HOWEVER, the only version on Audible is read by some DRY narrator. It is TERRIBLE! It comes off as way to much of a guide book vs. comedy.
"GREAT BOOK"
I moved to Austin in 1970 and this book is wonderful. GReat to revisit places I haven't been to in a while and now have gone to see again and to remember the ones that have past.
"Half Kinkster, Half not"
A curious book from the Kinkster. In places it is pure genius, vintage Kinster rambling and in others it seems to have been written by some factlet freak in The Austin Tourist Bureau. Nevertheless, it almost makes me want to go back to Austin to investigate all the weird and interesting aspects of this city that I obviously totally missed in my earlier visit. My only memory of that visit was of being falsely and agressively acused of being a NYC boy by a totally drunk UT frat student because I was wearing an Austrian Loaden coat in the middle of the winter. So it goes...