Good to Go: When Food Deliveries Fail, Malai Kitchen Leans on Noodles

Two weeks went by, and Braden and Yasmin Wages hadn’t received a delivery of fresh fish. Malai Kitchen’s menu is about 20% fresh seafood, and they couldn’t get a single shrimp sent to their 9-year-old restaurant. “It was a disappointment to our guests,” Braden Wages says through exhales. It’s been…

Sandwich Hag’s Bánh Tàm Xíu Mai Is Family Meal

Reyna Duong needs a moment for family meal. Today it’s literally a family meal: On a Tuesday at high noon, she’s away from her restaurant, Sandwich Hag, after adapting the schedule to give her staff rest on Monday and Tuesday. Home is for mammoth plates of spaghetti. She’s made a…

Good to Go: A Reuben and Some Toilet Paper at Royal Blue Grocery

Good to Go is a column where our food writers explore Dallas’ restaurant scene through takeout orders, delivery boxes and reheated leftovers. The door is wedged open, and blue tape runs along the floor of the Royal Blue Grocery in Highland Park Village. Masks and gloves are on, shoppers moving…

Good to Go: Bucatini Amatriciana at the End of the World

Good to Go is a column where our food writers explore Dallas’ restaurant scene through takeout orders, delivery boxes and reheated leftovers. Chef Ryan Ferguson has a new set of pet peeves right now. Ice cream and overcooked pasta are on the list. He’s wracked by nerves as he imagines…

Good to Go: The Comfort We Need From Bubba’s Cooks Country Drive-Thru

Good to Go is a column where our food writers explore Dallas’ restaurant scene through takeout orders, delivery boxes and reheated leftovers. There are two sheets of paper taped on the window in the drive-thru at Bubba’s Cooks Country. It’s a typewritten note from the owners. It’s longer than you…

The Cheeseburger at Desert Racer Is a Big Mess

The restaurants of Nick Badovinus have been blessed with meat. There is a burger in all corners of his joints, and each specializes in its own feeling of comfort. Off-Site Kitchen is a summertime backyard utopia (see: peanut butter burger). A hulking cheeseburger nested on shredded lettuce, the red onion…

The Quietly Triumphant Yacht Club Burger at TJ’s Seafood Market

On the first day they threw open their doors after the tornado, patrons of TJ’s Seafood Market and Grill packed into the restaurant. It was Nov. 1, 2019, and Preston Royal Village limped but stood — shards of torn buildings and metal exposed by the tornado still stand. None of the destruction…

7 Sandwiches to Look Forward To in 2020

Maybe it sounds funny, but there are memories fused into Todd David’s bologna sandwich. He prefers it the old- fashioned way: Three-ish slices slapped onto white bread (the squishy, misted-with-whatever-chemical-that-makes-it-last-for-decades kind) with a swirl of spicy-sweet mustard. The best way to devour this version is in front of the open…

A Tribute to 8 Fried Chicken Sandwiches of the Decade

By the seventh day Popeyes completed their work, and they rested. The work had been done; the good news of a single sandwich’s return rolled through the air like thunder. The people clamored into the streets. Postmates drivers wept as dove-white smoke emitted from the Popeyes Basilica. The air filled…

Dallas’ Best New Burgers of the Year

It was around May when the shortage hit Liberty Burger. The demand for plant-based patties at the local burger chain skyrocketed and their cooler of Impossible-brand “meat” was bone dry. The 2.0 Impossible patty, a new formula for the burger that made it not taste like it had been fished…

Why I’m Eternally Grateful for Eatzi’s Custom Sandwich Bar

When I find myself in times of trouble, sandwich fairies come to me. I whisper words of wisdom; let’s go to Eatzi’s custom sandwich bar. It’s nearing 2 o’clock on a weekday, and the bells of Christmas music toll inside the Oak Lawn market. The pizza ovens roar, swirling warm,…

The Thanksgiving Leftovers Sandwich Is All of Us

There is only one good reason to swing your legs out of bed on the Friday after Thanksgiving — the day your body feels like lead from the waist down from a surge of tryptophan. Have the dreams started? Are you envisioning both elbows planted on the table, each hand…

Why I Am Eternally Thankful for Patty Melts

Thanksgiving or not, I’m thankful for patty melts. Sitting at Dairy-Ette with a root beer, glass glazed with frost, iPhone’s predictive autocorrect hopes to change “patty melt” to “party melt.” Sure — that’ll do just fine. Do whatever you want, iPhone. Either way I’m having a buttery, toasted party melt…