You know the "runaway fantasy"? Where you're sitting at your desk and it's been 10 a.m. for the last three hours and you just wish you were independently wealthy and living in Hawaii or at least back in college when things weren't so grinding and maybe somebody else was footing the bill? Well, a trip to Red River Cafe won't solve your longterm job disgruntlement, but it is a nice, egg-laden stroll down memory lane. Even if you didn't go to UT, Red River Cafe has that every-college-town feel and appeal.
