It’s 9 on Wednesday night when I drag my friend out to Joyce and Gigi’s in East Dallas. She’s in nursing school and should be writing a paper that’s due the next day, but fortunately one of us has her priorities straight: half-priced drinks and dessert to share. The restaurant’s…
In Happy Endings, we travel the part of the globe that says “Dallas” in search of great desserts and great places to eat them. It’s opening weekend for Chef Beck Blythe at the “permanent pop-up” restaurant Kitchen LTO, which is reincarnated every four months with a new chef. Upon learning…
In Happy Endings, we travel the part of the globe that says “Dallas” in search of great desserts and great places to eat them. When I invited my runner friend out for dessert at Toulouse, I never should have mentioned that the cafe is a frites-length away from the Katy…
In Happy Endings, we travel the part of the globe that says “Dallas” in search of great desserts and great places to eat them. When a restaurant names itself after one of its desserts, you don’t ask questions — you just order it. Especially when it involves the words “whiskey”…
Months ago, when Larry Lavine, the founder of Chili’s, and I shouted at each other over the sounds of drilling and hammering at his new restaurant’s construction site, it was hard to imagine that that restaurant, Ten50 BBQ, would evolve into become what it has today. Which is, for starters,…
Maybe I’m the only person in Dallas who cringes at the thought of mandatory valet. Why? For starters, no one needs to witness the level of abuse and neglect my car has suffered. If it were a child, it would be in CPS custody. Not only that, but asking someone…
In Happy Endings, we travel the part of the globe that says “Dallas” in search of great desserts and great places to eat them. Friday is my splurge day. At my house, we call it “party night,” but contrary to the images of free-flowing booze and throbbing lights and music…
Some Dallasites are lucky enough to escape the blistering heat of the city by fleeing to the emerald green beaches of Destin, Florida, or at least the less glamorous oil-kissed shores of Padre Island. Then there are the rest of us. Some of us must begrudgingly embrace the word “staycation”…
In Happy Endings, we travel the part of the globe that says “Dallas” in search of great desserts and great places to eat them. It’s 6:30 on Saturday night at Bolsa’s bustling indoor-outdoor bar. The rest of the world may be absorbed in a little drama called the World Cup,…
In Happy Endings, we travel the part of the globe that says “Dallas” in search of great desserts and great places to eat them. “Did you save some room for dessert?” A preposterous question, yet one always posed, including by servers who have witnessed with their own two eyes me…
When Shawn Miraki quit his job as an elevator engineer to open Olive Burger (451 W. Arapaho Road, Richardson), he knew it would be a gamble. He took this risk, he says, in the name of family — he wanted to encourage his hesitant father, Mark Miraki, to finally take…
