The Road To San Antone: Conan’s Pizza

The wife had a conference in San Antonio and it was decided that we’d make it a family affair so we loaded up the KIA and headed South, thought it might be interesting to document some of the stops along the way.

Driving South on IH-35 the conversation turned to what eats to get once hitting Austin city limits, and there was no question it would be Conan’s Pizza.  We have a long history with Conan’s; my wife remembers her childhood afternoons after a softball game with her family, and my late night conversations with  friends over a pitcher of Shiner and brief employment there. When my wife and I met we often made use of the cozy pod-like booths to talk about future ambitions, dreams of days past, and of course there was that fabulous pizza they make.

Walking  in  was like going back in time.  Virtually nothing had changed; same 70′s era paneling and competent Frank Frazetta reproductions abound. Even the kitchen had the same oven I manned in 1988.  We glide up to the counter and order a Savage, the flagship deep-dish pizza that put Conan’s on the map back in 1976.  To compensate for the Savage’s heroic meat content  we also opted for the Caesar salad and wheat crust.  The wife considered getting some wings but the kind man behind the counter offered the opinion that the wings were just ordinary and wouldn’t suggest them (odd I know, but endearing) so we went with a pitcher of Shiner instead.