AFS Cinema
Mamas, Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Dannys
RECEIVED Wed., Aug. 20, 2008
Dear Editor,
Say it ain't so. My girl Dianne Scott at the Continental Club has passed on some bad news: Danny Young is no longer with us.
My heart is broken to lose a true Austinite – and a true South Austinite at that. I didn't think I could get over the closing of the Texicalli Grille, but this is devastating.
I went to school and grew up in clubs with Young's kin. I had my first Texicalli in 1983 at the original location (where Kerby Lane Cafe south sits now – not the second location behind where Kerby Lane sits but in front, where it belonged).
I'll miss that there was one owner left of one last restaurant in Austin that would actually come over to your table and tell you what was going on with so-and-so (after he told you what was going on with him).
I never thought I'd feel like this, but I'm sad there's nobody left to play washboard in this town – invited or otherwise – now that Mambo John Treanor and Danny are gone. I miss Danny Young because there was only one of him left, and we need dozens of him these days. Heaven has better hoagies now, but Austin is one soul closer to turning into Houston.
Mamas, let your babies grow up to be Dannys.
Say it ain't so. My girl Dianne Scott at the Continental Club has passed on some bad news: Danny Young is no longer with us.
My heart is broken to lose a true Austinite – and a true South Austinite at that. I didn't think I could get over the closing of the Texicalli Grille, but this is devastating.
I went to school and grew up in clubs with Young's kin. I had my first Texicalli in 1983 at the original location (where Kerby Lane Cafe south sits now – not the second location behind where Kerby Lane sits but in front, where it belonged).
I'll miss that there was one owner left of one last restaurant in Austin that would actually come over to your table and tell you what was going on with so-and-so (after he told you what was going on with him).
I never thought I'd feel like this, but I'm sad there's nobody left to play washboard in this town – invited or otherwise – now that Mambo John Treanor and Danny are gone. I miss Danny Young because there was only one of him left, and we need dozens of him these days. Heaven has better hoagies now, but Austin is one soul closer to turning into Houston.
Mamas, let your babies grow up to be Dannys.
Troy Dillinger
