The current edition of ForbesLife, a travel and “lifestyle” freebie with Forbes magazine, takes a quick look at Austin (byline Lorraine Cademartori), placing oddities at the top of the destination list and giving some peculiar advice. There are compliments for Uchi and for the Driskill, especially the piano bar and the tables out on the Sixth Street porch.

But just what would those “bands of ill repute” have been at the Continental? Threadgill’s South is not on the site of the Armadillo, but occupies the location of the late, lamented Marimont Cafeteria. “Moseying” will take the weary traveler to Threadgill’s and the Continental, but it requires a car to get to the Spoke, just about the friendliest place in town, of which the writer says, it “should really have a metal detector at the door.” What on earth is meant by that? If I were the Whites, I’d certainly want to know.

I do think that this, some of the most explicit advice in the little piece, is funny: “Just avoid the town’s tourist ring of Hell, the notorious Sixth Street. Anyone who points you there to hear music probably puts Cheez Whiz on his nachos.” She could have advised people to wear noseclips or to paint their nostrils with Vicks VapoRub. As to Sixth Street, the author is in complete agreement with the recent consultants’ report.

If I were free to mosey at will this evening, I’d head to the Paramount for the Ray Price extravaganza. There’s just no telling what luminaries may sit in with the Cherokee Cowboy. With no dance-floor, toe-tapping will have to suffice, but there’ll be plenty of that (or should I say “toe-tappin’ a-plenty”?).