Is it safe to come out? Someone’s writing sure did bring about a lot of ire last week, but I’ve always felt food, like puppies and babies, is a unifier not a divider. So let’s get started again. Like many food finding expeditions I’ve had in the past with my…
This week I had the rare pleasure of spending time with my mom. She is in town, well, technically in the country, for the next few weeks and I have been waiting anxiously for her arrival. One of my favorite pastimes is embarking on adventures of the food variety with…
Bombarded with work and handicapped by a restrictive schedule for the past few weeks, the blog writer had been subsisting on a diet of pizza and Subway. Nights consisted of depressing jogs on treadmills in artificially lit fat labs, followed by nightly visits to her local chain deli. Cold, wet,…
City of Ate reader, Margie, comments, “Oh, and I’d like to add that this rash of dieting talk all over the web and TV is making me sick. My resolution is to eat more and drink more and have more fun doing it. Saying ‘hell’ more than ‘damn’ is another…
The holidays wreaked havoc on my dining schedule these last few weeks, so today’s post is going to be a tad shorter. Gathering backup participants for fulfilling my cravings in faraway lands like Garland or Carrollton proved rather difficult. Reactions from my family and friends ranged from annoyed eye rolls…
My affair with our I-45 rival can be best described as a love/hate relationship, heavy on the hate. Past trips I’ve made to Houston consistently involved cursed adventures and unlucky mishaps with scars–yes actual scars–to prove it. From the time a two inch nail left a lifelong mark in my…
My only immediate family member in town this Christmas is my brother, Ben. It’s been a difficult time for my family, and I figure my brother and I need a home cooked meal. Seeing as how my parents are both overseas caring for my ailing grandmother, this is kind of…
If you don’t mind, I am straying off course this week. Thank you, in advance, for indulging me. If you’re frustrated that I have yet to visit your preferred pho burb of Garland, Carrolton, or Haltom City, please remember that this is a long-term weekly blog about one very specific…
It’s freezing. I am always cold, by nature, but it is bonafide frosty. I need something warm in my belly, and I can’t believe it, but I am craving pho. My brother, with whom I work, senses my impending breakdown and says the six words he or anyone who’s in…
“Do you want to go to this restaurant opening?” I asked my boyfriend as we were heating up leftovers. Checking the temperature of his canned soup, he replied, “Can’t. I’m broke.” To which I informed him, “It’s free, and it’s sponsored by champagne and vodka.” Apparently, I didn’t even have…
Call this the tale of The Two Phos. A few days ago, I arrived back in Dallas from my month long sojourn in Asia. As my poor neglected boyfriend picked me up from DFW’s international terminal, his first sentiment was how much he missed me. His second was that he…
In Pho From Home we seek out the variety of pho–authentic, Texified, good and bad–available in restaurants, starting in the streets of Ho Chi Minh City and winding all the way around the Dallas area. This time, we wrap up our excursion through Vietnam. Next week, we begin our tour…
In Pho From Home we seek out the variety of pho–authentic, Texified, good and bad–available in restaurants, starting in the streets of Ho Chi Minh City and winding all the way around the Dallas area.I am staring at a forty-paged PDF file on my laptop. My mother, who lives in…
In Pho From Home we seek out the variety of pho–authentic, Texified, good and bad–available in restaurants, starting in the streets of Ho Chi Minh City and winding all the way around the Dallas area. As a little Vietnamese kid in a primarily white world, I never thought these three…
