Since 1989, the Meyerson has hosted countless world-class, high-class events. Usually the symphony plays a lovely concert featuring the classical music from Mozart or Brahms, people sip white wine at halftime and then they leave after the show feeling super artsy and cultured. So when we saw that Kathy Griffin…
Just want to take a moment to clear up a nasty rumor that’s been going around about Fred Savage and rodents of unusual size: It’s all true–he’s totally into them and he has been since 1987. See for yourself Friday and Saturday during the midnight showing of The Princess Bride…
Tam’s Egg Roll looks dark from the outside and way too small to even have an actual kitchen in it, but open the door and you’re immediately transported to a land of stir-fried goodness. Sure, there are some giant creepy masks and giant handheld fans on the walls (put there…
Venezia Italian Cafe (972) 889-8559 908 Audelia Rd Ste 500 Richardson, TX 75081 Promised time: 30-40 minutes Delivery time: 32 minutes The Score: Beauty: 21 Evening Wear: 15 Talent: 25 X Factor: 10 Total: 71 I heard from a Richardsonian that Venezia Italian Cafe has scrumptious offerings of the pork…
Want more butterflies in your garden than there are BMWs in the SMU student parking lot? Come to Texas Discovery Gardens for their Butterfly Gardening 101 series. They’ll teach you about the butterfly lifecycle (from caterpillar smoking a hookah to flutterby), native species and what to plant in your own…
This week, Michael Ian Black’s gonna be speaking at the University of North Texas. The press release says Black’s most famous for his commentary on VH1’s I Love the ’70s/’80s/’90s series, but I recognize him as “That Dude From Stella,” “The One in the Super Short Shorts in Wet Hot…
If you’re one of those picky-as-shit people when it comes to ordering your food, one of those people who takes 30 minutes to order a burger and you “hold” and “on the side” so much stuff that it ends up just being a grilled cheese sandwich, Yourway Burger is the…
Immodesty Blaize used to be a convent student. Now, she’s a U.K. burlesque sensation. If you ask me, her parents pretty much sealed that deal at birth when they named her. I wonder what they named their second kid: Boobs McGee? If you’re hyped that someone invented a legit art…
People talk about the “magic of birth” and the “joys of parenthood” and, yeah, in my 12 months of mom experience, that stuff’s all totally real and exists, but that part’s like the Hallmark movie part. And in between those Hallmark movie moments, there’s a reality-show marathon. Sure, a baby…
I wanted a light lunch the other day, so I went in search of barbecue. Felt like a two-meat kind of day, ya know? I heard Big Al’s Smokehouse was a thing to behold, so it was ironic to me that I was having a hard time seeing it as…
Remember last year’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade? Me neither. I also don’t remember the name of that nice lady of the night who shoved me into a cab. And I don’t remember why I thought that Snuffer’s should keep my identification and credit card. I do remember the events of…
Got a hangover? Of course you do, it’s a weekday. And when you wake up feeling like your forehead’s been bitch slapped by a truck, pancakes are the one true remedy for what ails you. Pancakes: invented by angels. Pancakes: syrup’s true love. Pancakes: fucking tasty shit that sometimes gets…
If Dr.Bell’s BBQ were a chick, she’d be a total slut. For months, all I’ve been hearing is “Dr. Bell’s is freaking awwwwesooome,” “Dude. Dr. Bell’s. You have to go there.” “You feeling sad? Dr. Bell’s will cheer you up. Won’t cost you much. Way cheaper than going to the…
I discovered Pollo Fiesta while taking a Spring Valley detour to avoid the usual 20-car pile up on the High Five. (By the way, high five for naming this, Dude Who Named the High Five. And high five for all the wrecks it’s causing. High fuckin’ five.) Pollo Fiesta’s sign…
Lesson I should’ve learned a long time ago: Check your order before leaving the drive-through. I never check—feels rude, like I am questioning the drive-through lady’s order-taking abilities. But after today, I’m changing my ways: From now on, I’m an A-Hole Drive-Through Order-Checking Person, just like the rest of y’all…
I was all hyped up to eat lunch at ChaCha’s—which surprisingly (and disappointingly) is not a gentleman’s club, but instead was a kickass-lookin’ Mexican restaurant I’d spotted right across from Keller’s—and then I got there and the place is closed. Directly below the window paint that shouts, “Nice People!” it…
I heard about Chicago Hot Dog from a friend who knows food, so I was pretty eager to eat lunch there the other day—so eager that I showed up at 11 a.m. on the dot, right when they’re supposed to open. Only thing was, the door was locked, and the…
On my way to NorthPark mall (hyped for my favorite game of “Find a Good Parking Spot and Sit in It With My Car in Reverse While I Eat My Lunch and Ignore Your Honking,” which is sooooo much better during the holidays), I stopped by Taqueria La Paloma at…
Yesterday I was having a monster shitty day—ya know, like really, really bad. Two and a Half Men bad. Bad like the kind of day Tiger’s been having ever since we all found out that he’s been sinkin’ some unholy holes-in-one. A day that’s as shitty at being a day…
When I visited Pizza by Marco (serving Dallas since 1956, much like the Granny Hooker who almost ran me over trying to park in front of Celebrity Bakery next door. “My word! Is that Soupy Sales? I love Celeb Bakery ’cause ahm ollllld! And hookery!”), I was excited to find…
Drive down Henderson Avenue past the newfangled, valet-only “establishments” named after flowers whose froufrou names you can only pronounce correctly if you whisper them (“No, it’s Hibiscus. There’s a silent raised eyebrow.”), and somewhere near Ross Avenue you’ll find a cute little brick building with cute little bars on the…
Ate a cold slice of pizza for breakfast, which, apart from immediately causing nightmare flashbacks to epic college hangovers (Seriously, Everclear. Is there a toilet on any college campus that you haven’t ended up in?), always leads to one of my favorite things: breakfast for lunch. Luckily, Oasis Cafe is…
