Thomas by Numbers

You can almost smell the character at 2900--and that's a good thing

It feels like an old neighborhood nightclub in an aging industrial city or maybe New York, one hollowed out of the ground like a gopher den. The ceilings are low. The light is scant. And while it doesn't have much in the way of coffin-nail clouds on account of political correctness and the health Nazi blitzkrieg, it has plenty of idiosyncrasies, like a black-and-white photo in the men's john depicting two guys with a hatchet about to lop off the head of a turkey. It's good when restaurant art has a food theme.

From the start, you know this isn't your average Dallas restaurant. Named after its Thomas Avenue address, 2900 is fashioned from a nondescript circa 1940s brick building that most recently housed a barbershop and an auto detailer. It's easy to picture an auto detailer here, a little harder to visualize a barber pole. The bricks are painted brown, and there are parking lots in the front and in back, with the overflow left to its own devices on the streets. Valet is conspicuously absent, as it should be at a night out in a true gopher den.

This is as close to fine dining among city grit as Dallas gets. There aren't any pretty architectural baubles here or neatly accessorized interior design accents. Not that the place doesn't pack its own version of austere gloss. There's a picture window in front of the kitchen with the 2900 logo etched in the glass and red spots beaming down from above, maybe hinting a little at Times Square before it was mopped up with Rudy suds. Behind this transparent partition sweat executive chef Mike Smith and sous chef Chad Bowden, along with assorted kitchen hands.

From turkey decapitations to Dr. Dave and the Jazz Surgeons, 2900 is an urban mecca. The food isn't bad either.
Stephen Karlisch
From turkey decapitations to Dr. Dave and the Jazz Surgeons, 2900 is an urban mecca. The food isn't bad either.

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2900

2900 Thomas Ave.
Dallas, TX 75204-2732

Category: Restaurant > American

Region: East Dallas & Lakewood

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214-303-0400. Open 5:30 p.m.-10 p.m. Tuesday-Thursday; 5:30 p.m.-11 p.m. Friday & Saturday. $$-$$$

Foie gras: $12
Artichoke hearts: $6
Chips and dip: $7
Calamari: $7
Grilled salmon: $19
Venison chops: $28
Halibut: $19
New York strip: $28
Bread pudding: $5

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In one corner sits a tiny curvaceous bar with a curved soffit hovering above to hold the lighting elements. Tucked down below is a small refrigeration unit with glass doors that hold a light. Every time that door opens it shoots a spotlight-bright beam clear to the back corner of the dining room. This is where the jazz trio is parked Saturday nights, an unassuming bit of musical mega-tonnage called Dr. Dave and the Jazz Surgeons. While the name may babble hip-hop more than bebop, the understated musical thrust is sophisticated urban--before sophisticated urban became the smarmy musical equivalent of a sloe gin fizz.

And it goes well with the food, a thrown-at-the-wall-to-see-what-sticks wad of New Americana. Most of it does. Pan-seared foie gras was draped on the plate and cuddled by a spray of black-eyed peas that conceal little dark patches of pungent apple-smoked bacon. Drools of blackberry balsamic syrup are Jackson Pollacked across the plate. This Texas tea-like syrup was not as fearsome and extracted as it looked. The brakes were on the tang and the sweet. Yet it still flaunted too much assertiveness, both in flavor and in texture, wrestling with the jiggly liver's gentle richness.

Grilled artichoke hearts gave us fits. Never before has such a simply dressed thistle tugged at the heartstrings. Quartered canned artichoke hearts were grill-kissed, leaving ghostly prison-garb stripes on the outer heart layers. The briny tang of hearts rang with a smoky flavor that flirted dangerously with petroleum fumes. Ostensibly to blunt the latter, the hearts were bathed in lemon-pepper beurre blanc that soaked and perked without fouling up that nice briny-smoke dance that gave these 'chokes such a comely personality.

So taken were we with these things, we tried them at home. First rule: Don't sub marinated artichokes for the canned ones (unless you run them through the dishwasher first). The cavalcade of herbs and spices and oil make them unfit for proper grilling. And while our effort didn't approach the shrewd mingling of artichoke and sprightly smooth beurre blanc sauce, our light application of olive oil followed by an after-grill toss of fresh herbs and kosher salt held its own.

I'm not sure whether 2900's fried calamari held its own, though. Covered in a blond chalky coating (greaseless, too) and trounced with salt and shaved Parmesan cheese, the squid rings had little in the way of deft flavor and texture choreography. A thick rich tomato pesto sauce seemed more of a chip dip than a squid dunk, but it compensated for some of the flavor holes in those rings.

We tried plunging some of the hearty brittle blond chips swarmed with Parmesan gratings into the dark red pesto sludge and came away satisfied. Which isn't to say the spinach crab and cheese dip that escorted those chips was in any way flimsy. It was hearty and smooth, with a delicately sinuous sewing of spinach that was light enough so that the mixture didn't behave like hairballs on the chip edges.

2900 is the upscale, across-the-street sibling of Joel Lebovitz's Thomas Avenue Beverage Company, a casual little nosh nook that has the benefit of once being one of Jack Ruby's haunts. While Smith oversees culinary execution at both restaurants, Matt Tarantino, brother of front-of-the-house heavy Peter Tarantino and chef Patrick Tarantino, is the kitchen heavy at TABC. So far this setup seems to be working well in Lebovitz's little Thomas Avenue empire, at least judging by 2900's particulars.

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