When I landed in San Antonio, Texas last month to test tires at a professional track, I was met at the airport by Philippe, who greeted me with a smile, a joke, and Rush playing on the car stereo. I felt right at home. Although Philippe is a west-coast transplant he knew enough about the city to answer all the questions I peppered him with and he laughed at my jokes, so it's safe to say he's the best taxi driver ever. What's a food and travel writer doing …
