A random road trip took us to the shores of Canyon Lake, just off the interstate highway south of Austin. Hubby and I had never been out this way, except for the Guadalupe River while we were dating. The Lupe is a toober magnet. If you’ve never tried toobing, in the middle of a hot Texas summer, you should. All you need is a cozy for your can and hat for your head, then float in the emerald green waters to keep cool!
Our kids are not old enough to safely partake in a toobing expedition, plus this was just a day trip.
Canyon City is built on tourism, any actual homes are far up on the hills surrounding the lake, and they are big enough to see from miles away on the next hill. There are log cabins lakeside as you roll into town. A marina is full of sailboats gently sleeping on the calm blue water. There’s a restaurant overlooking the marina, but that’s not where we ate dinner.
I spotted Italian Garden in what seemed to be the middle of town. It lacked a view of the water but it looked newer than the taco-burger-fries tattooed shack down the way that might have a lake vista. This place looked different, but not out of place. For a small community it seemed the best was going to be found here.
Forgiving first impressions is not always easy. The front entrance was drapped in construction plastic and the owner/hostess was cool, but not in a nice way. What, you don’t like families dining in your establishment?
Our waitress made up for the the other lady’s off-ish personality. She loved kids, or at least showed interest in making sure they felt welcome at the table. We ordered fettucine alfredo for the kids (bland as heck), italian sub for hubby, and chicken picatta for yours truly. The basket of bread was not fresh, I would say it was made the previous day, bland too.
For what is was, the chicken picatta was good, not great but for being a lakeside small town it was alright. The chicken seemed to be poached, there was no browning, but it was skinless. There was a small swirl of thin spaghetti to the right of the chicken breast under a pile of soft mushroom slices. A few capers dotted the plate. The lemon butter sauce, which had a good amount of wine in it, was the best thing on the entire table.
I’ll have to try cooking the chicken picatta at home 😛