Welcome to Gruene, Texas! Home of the oldest dance hall in the state! Gruene is technically a ghost town; historically, it was an old cotton-producing town along the Guadalupe river that was revived in the 1970s for the sake of tourism. It lies completely within the city limits of New Braunfels… but has enough charm and character for you not to know the difference.
Two of the most recognized landmarks of Gruene are the water tower and dance hall.
Although quite small, Gruene has plenty to look at. The H.D. Gruene building has a very large antique store that is very much worth the visit.
Hello Jon. Welcome to Gruene.
Hello Melissa. Take one guess as to what’s on her mind….
You guessed right! Adobe Verde! The best Mexican restaurant that Gruene has to offer! Complete with fresh tortillas and festive string lights!
After filling up our stomach tanks, we continued the trek around town.
Next stop: Gruene Hall.
See. I told you it was historical.
This place has a screen door on the entrance! And old, crickety wood floors. Well, I guess everything is old and crickety so it wouldn’t make much sense to install new floors. 😉
The self timer = no shame.
The Gruene Mansion Inn… so picturesque!
I want a tin roof something awful. I just do, alright?
Forget the bathtub! I want this shed-in-the-ground storm shelter… so I can “batten down the hatches” at every storm that rolls through Texas. That is what happens when you are raised in Southern California: you become terrified of tornadoes. Or any storm that may produce a tornado. Or clouds in general.
A little courtyard off the Inn.
Ooooh. What do we have here? A good looking wagon if I’ve ever seen one!
More antiques? Well, if you are going to twist my arm…
That’s right. I’m getting all artsy with my point and shoot.
I really like this Bed and Breakfast, too. It is called the Gruene Apple. Those clever little rascals using a play on words. My kind of people.
Aside from the well manicured landscape… I couldn’t help but notice their lampposts were jack-o-lantern pumpkin heads!
My kind of people. My kind of place.
I couldn’t take any more jack-o-lantern jubilance. I had to leave.
Get thee to a Chicken Express!
I’m pretty sure whatever Chicken Express puts in their sweet tea is illegal. It is highly addictive and just about the best cotton pickin thing you have ever tasted. My taste buds thanked me. My hips thanked me. But my scale is still not speaking to me.
Back to San Antonio we go…
Stay tuned for a roaring good time at the San Antonio zoo… same bat time, same bat channel!