The first whispers of fall blew through Dallas this weekend. There we were, eager to pull on boots and jackets. How quickly we toss the lightness of summer when we make contact with that first dip in temperature.
These days are perfect for quiet afternoons of exploring. A trip across the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge in a convertible, now with the necessary scarves, makes good use of the change in season. Make the U-turn several times so your passenger can look up and watch the view fill with geometric lines. Bridge to nowhere or not, the real work of Calatrava is in the sky and better seen from the bridge than some rooftop.
Now you find yourself on the West side, and should stop for a taco. Fuel City is an institution, possibly more for the people-watching than the food. A recent daytime visit reminds me that I never see the cattle roaming the back lot at those 2 a.m. taco runs. You can get pretty close.
The afternoon may take on a new theme: redemption. The Omni Hotel made its mark on our skyline in a way impossible to ignore. Until recently, I was only impressed with the view of those lights from the Hampton Bridge entrance into downtown. Never one to criticize a bit of tackiness, it is too much, even for me.
To sneak into the Omni's luxurious pool, avoid the front desk completely. A bellboy will have the card you need to access it and is better served by the tip you will provide. Once there, a drink from the bar and a lounge chair on the second landing provides a new vista for the Omni's showy exterior, altering the color of the water and washing the surrounding building in neon and white light. Like nearly all things, it's better from a new perspective.
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The weight of a jacket and a glass of bourbon feel like new skins after the bareness of summer. A quiet, rainy afternoon was only a season away but feels as though it has never been known. And I wonder, in this newly cooled Dallas, what will you make of fall?