PAX is not closing.
That could be the blog post right there.
But here it is, President’s Day and not even a Tuesday (when Pint & Plow is closed and its devotees flock here) and it’s pumping. Eight of 11 tables are filled, and there is a line of two customers at the register. The piped in music–which I can hear somewhat over the grateful din of friends talking–is like a Colbie Caillet/Ariana Grande/Kina Grannis type. (While editing this, I use Shazam to learn that it is Billie Eilish.) Having a coffeeshop that stays open into the evening is a boon to downtown. Think: Francisco’s for lunch, Pax for afternoon coffee work session, and Heritage Kitchen (new to the block) for a locally-sourced restaurant. Everything that helps “Historic Downtown Kerrville” is what I’m in favor of.
And, before you ask–yes: the above flower photo looks so much nicer in color. But if I publish a 4-color photo, you might think I’ve softened.
Perish the thought.
I still think Kerrville needs good pizza and bagels. (One less donut shop, one more deli run by Korean immigrants who can rock the bagel and cream cheese combo.) The bagels at Pax are actually passable, though the staff could do well to put a real schmear on one–we’re talking a layer of cream cheese at least 1/8th to 3/16ths of an inch in thickness–and then place both halves back in sandwich form and cut it diametrically. Cream cheese destined for bagels is not to be treated like suntan lotion in North Dakota. (Applied sparsely and only on special occasions.) Or like butter, which is for flavor. Cream cheese is like the baked potato alongside the steak. It stands on its own.
And a bagel with a schmear should never be served open-faced.
(That said: long live Pax.)