A Solitary Look at the Best of Austin

For someone as relational as I, it is a some what melancholy experience to be somewhere so unique, intriguing and captivating as Austin but have no one to share it with but my own inner demons. I'm not being unfriendly by avoiding my co-workers in the evening hours, but by the end of the day I am usually ready to be away from most of them. Not to mention that they really aren't the fine dining types. However, despite the sadder sides, I have been determined to see the spectrum of Texas. I'll give you a snapshot on what the government's dime is feeding me.

9/24
Malaga Tapas
The Cuisine: Spanish
The Beverage: Pinot Noir, Argentina? Smooth and good, hint of spice in the Latin American tradition.
The Food: I ordered seared beef tenderloin with pita bread and a mellow cream sauce. Tapas are appetizer sized, and just about right to take the edge off, to still enjoy the flavors without the burden of bloatation. Wonderfully subtle, the meat cooked to a sunset-perfect pink, the spread an observant compliment.
Atmosphere: Very Pearl District, but more confident and mature. Often times the Pearl District is trying to be hip but ends up just being trendy, Malaga Tapas is a bit more permanent feeling. Perhaps it is a product of time. The setting is a long warehouse like room, low light, lots of 30-somethings in Banana Republic clubbing shirts. The patronage was more couples then groups of friends or singles. A bit clinical and austere at times, but that is often the price paid for hipness.
Rating: 7 or 10
(A side note: The Chef showed a personal interst in most of his creations by delivering his creations himself. Much appreciated. It says he is not ashamed of his food.)