WHAT: M.K. Davis
Where: 1302 N. Flores St.
THE DIGITS: (210) 223-1208
WEB: Nope
GET YOUR DRINK ON: 11 a.m.-10 p.m. Tuesday-Thursday; 11 a.m.-midnight Friday-Saturday; 11 a.m.-9 p.m. Sunday; closed Monday, so you'll have to get your drink on elsewhere, which is truly and honestly a shame.
HOTTIES QUOTIENT: Zilch. But I like the low-quotient places (you're not there to try to impress anyone). And unless you count the 18-year-old with her parents and boyfriend, which I certainly do not, this is another one. Mostly families and couples (not to say there weren't a few hot couples, but I don't think that counts). Hell, after a couple of 32-ounce schooners, who knows what'll crawl out of the woodwork.
WALLET HANGOVER: Pretty slim, Tex. You're looking at $4.50 for domestic 32-ouncers ($5 for Dos Equis). That's two delicious pints in one. Huge sangrias (a local mixture of wine, 7-Up, lemon and salt) are $4.25 and tasty, but I have to recommend the michelada. This was the best michelada I had two days running (I had to go back and make sure it wasn't some kind of heavenly fluke). I don't know if they add something different — the waitress rattled off the ingredients of a regular michelada: Dos Equis or other beer of your choice, Clamato, a few drops of Tabasco and Worcestershire sauce, two lime wedges and celery salt — but it is absolutely delicious. And when you get hungry, you can get a $3.50 cheeseburger (it'll be in front of you in a cool five minutes, too).
THE 210 TAKE: I can't believe that I'd never been to M.K. Davis. It's a San Antonio institution: old (1956), still family owned and entirely unique. The furniture must be about the same age as the restaurant, but why get new wooden chairs when the ones you have will outlive civilization itself. Same goes for the tables, and they're all emblazoned with MKD. Linoleum floors and suspended ceiling complement each other. The lighting creates a perpetual twilight conducive to a good chat and laugh. All of it adds up to a sort of '50s ranch/cowboy-style feel, though the Victorian wallpaper behind the bar is a little anomalous. But, again, such is the calling of the unique San Antonio establishment. If you haven't been, shame on you; if you don't go back, you've lost your mind.
GRADE: A
Rico Auto | 210SA contributor
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