Next time, I'll have the iced tea.

On Labor Day we met some friends at Katy Trail Ice House in Uptown. Summer insisted on keeping the outdoor temperature in the low 90s for most of the evening, even though it is now most definitely September. But the ice water flowed freely, fans and misters were going full tilt, and the cicadas sang better than the satellite radio. 

KTIH’s most attractive attribute would certainly be the huge outdoor patio that backs up to the Katy Trail, a steady source of people- and dog-watching entertainment. To wit, on Monday night we saw a young man in black roller skates with yellow wheels boogie-ing up and down the stretch closest to our section of the patio. All he needed was a soundtrack, and honey, it would have been ON, cue the disco ball. At times, he was shirtless. It was hot. I can’t blame him.

Service was friendly and efficient even with the goodly number of patrons. The food (burgers, fried jalapenos, tacos) was tasty, and the beer was served in chilled glasses. And then I had the $11 house margarita, and it was like getting knocked on my keister, I really don’t know what happened, it didn’t look that big, and it’s not like it had one of those Coronitas in it or anything, it was just a margarita, I swear!

And then I went home and went to bed.

The culprit.

The moral of the story: Have a great Labor Day. Celebrate responsibly. Visit the Katy Trail Ice House. Watch out for the roller-skating dude. SHARE the house margarita. Or just go for the iced tea. That is all.