By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Alice Laussade
By City of Ate
By Scott Reitz
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Alice Laussade
The renovation also included the reconfiguration of the walls in the entry foyer. And the last line of the story on the front page of the Metro section went like this: "Some [pictures] are not going back up." Funny thing was, due to a printing error, much of the article was lost and didn't make it into half the newspapers distributed in Dallas. So a lot of people didn't get to read the part explaining that the caricatures weren't "going back up" the same way as before. Instead, 270 of the Palm's 1,700 local and national likenesses would be removed during renovation and later reinstalled. This freaked out the Dallas Palm Restaurant celebrity set, who feared their faces would be permanently banished from the collection. "It created quite a stir," says Palm general manager Brian Perry. "And of course most of the people that came off the walls, they look better now than they did 15 years ago. You know, they had the big Dallas hair...just sort of funky hairdos and things. It's kind of funny. In Dallas they have many ways of [looking better]."
What's even funnier is that--according to 14-year Palm veteran Perry, who replaced Al Biernat last year as general manager--among the very first caricatures to make it onto the Palm's walls was Morning News Publisher Burl Osborne's. Maybe this explains why the News called with an apology and reprinted the story in its entirety the next day. Getting a cartoon version of your mug up on the Palm's walls is serious business.
But I got this creepy feeling eating a prime rib eye cowboy-cut steak surrounded by caricatures of smiling celebrities and Dallas famous people. And it wasn't the meat that gave me the heebie-jeebies. The thick slab drooled with tender, well-seasoned richness, the kind that makes you want to high-five the big rancher in the sky and give thanks for being born a blood-thirsty carnivore.
No, that creepy feeling came from those cartoon stares, looks with a knowing glow that this little bit of wall fame will last longer than 15 minutes (if they have anything to do with it), even if it's immortalized in bouffant-topped, pre-cosmetic-scalpel glory.
Perry says the Palm requests pictures of its patrons. Bankers, lawyers, oilmen. Cowboys, DJs, tycoons. Journalists, actors, charity-ballers. "If they eat at the Palm two or three times a week, they definitely would be good candidates to have their pictures on our wall," he says. "They're celebrities in our eyes."
Celebrities make it onto the menu too. There's steak a la Stone, sliced New York strip over a bed of roasted onions and pimiento with a piece of pumpernickel. The plate is a replica of a frequent request by a Palm guest who was a father or uncle or conspirator of some sort to director Oliver Stone. Shrimp Bruno is named after a general manager of the Palm in New York who retired last year. Gigi salad is named after the GM in Los Angeles. And this dish--a supple conglomeration of lettuce, large bits of white onion, green bean, bacon, avocado, tomato and cut shrimp--was a pleasant surprise. It was fresh and crisp with a lively vinaigrette, though the strength of some of the flavors (bacon, onion) overwhelmed the shrimp a little.
Other starters weren't as successful. Clams Oreganata, tiny meat disks on the half shell bludgeoned with a bread-crumb-butter-oregano-garlic caulk, were gawky, graceless things that canceled all gentle hints of marine flavor.
Clams Bianco, served in a wine-garlic sauce, were better: The clams were firm and chewy, and their briny flavors were more prominent. Still, there was little engaging assertion here.
Pimientos and anchovies, a dish that seemed daring on the surface, was more a lyricism of listlessness. Shards of head lettuce were cluttered with capers, anchovy, and large sheets of watery, tender Spanish pimiento virtually stripped of any sweet flavor and lush aroma. No surprise that these red vinyl-like sheets were plucked from a can. It seems the Palm consciously skirts taste at times.
Which might account for those walls. Most of the faces and names I didn't recognize, people like Richard Zelda and Tracy and Mel Naftalis. Who are they? Famous locals in the roster I didn't personally spot include Emmitt Smith, Chuck Norris, Sheree Wilson, Larry North. Many others have high national face recognition: Sylvester Stalone and John Travolta; mugs of Geraldo and Farrah with autographs scrawled across the wall in black marker.
Perry says that just about every television newscaster in the metroplex is a Palm wall resident. Most of the names he spewed I didn't recognize. Except for Ashleigh Banfield. But that's because I thought I once spotted her at a charity wine auction, and I spent the next few evenings watching her cast news, trying to reconcile the TV image, and the Mt. Rushmore-like head on billboards, with the real live charity-baller. I'm embarrassed to admit it--oh hell, no I'm not--but I studiously avoid local television news.