When Frank and Ann Todora opened the Parkit Market 50 years ago at the corner of Greenville Avenue and University, it was mostly surrounded by pastures. Greenville was a small, two-lane road and what is now Central Expressway was even smaller. There was one lone power line running down Greenville,…
In the lowest depths of Greenville Avenue, Matador Tapas has risen like a phoenix from the ashes that were once the pretty lame Eight Lounge. It began its life as a matador-themed punk rock club (seriously), but that apparently was a bit too niche. So they reworked the concept and…
Another week has come to a close, this one under a shroud of dark gray clouds. Not really looking that inspiring yet, is it? Maybe this is your last good weekend to stay at home and make a big pot of chili. You could even put beans in it. I…
We love dives. It’s the feel of these places: the flaking-away booth chair, the wobbly stool, the Exile on Main Street on the juke box. And, oh sweet yes: late-night corn dogs. So, eat this Food Network: we sent our contributing photographer Jay Barker to capture one of Dallas’ most…
I started thinking about this project last Sunday whilst at brunch. I’d just hit Vickery Park’s brisket sandwich with a healthy dose of cock sauce and noted how well the flavors worked together. Spurred by the famous Frank’s Red Hot tagline, “I put that shit on everything” I asked my…
The White Rock Local Market springs back to life this weekend after hibernating for our quasi-winter. If you’re looking for fresh, local produce and culinary goods of all kinds, where you can literally put names to faces, this is possibly the best place in the city to do so. “White…
This Saturday, March 10, Sigel’s at 3209 N. Fitzhugh St. is hosting TexasFest, a thirst-quenching celebration of Texas craft beer, spirits and wine from 1-4 p.m. Reps from about 20 different Texas breweries, distilleries and wineries will all be there with samples and smart answers to your all your burning…
It would seem that spring is (kind of) here; the patios are packed, my thermostat has officially made the switch from heat to cool and all the grass is a lovely shade of emerald, at least until a freak snowstorm hits a week from now and life as we know…
“I’d like to get the Chili Bomb,” I told my bartender moments after I’d taken my stool. “The pepper bomb?” he asked, confirming my order. I was staring right at the menu, clearly the 11.75% ABV Leviathan Quad I’d sipped was working its magic. It tasted of burnt candy. “Yeah,…
Yesterday, Zagat released their 2012 Texas restaurants guide. Here are their top five most popular restaurants. Abacus Fearing’s Al Biernat’s Stephan Pyles Del Frisco’s Steak Look familiar? These restaurants have been dominating Zagat’s list for years. The survey, a system employed by the authors of the burgundy book, skews towards…
Yesterday when my Greenling box arrived, it had a little surprise, which they randomly throw in every now and then. Among the turnips, beets and kale was a small container of Three Happy Cows caramel milk spread, or as it’s commonly known in these parts (because it rolls off the…
I’d just walked into my local 7-Eleven to pick up a six-pack of beer. While walking back from the cooler, I saw a round and wobbling man standing in front of the cheese and chili dispenser. He had One hand on the chili dispensing button. The other was cupped below…
See that “repurposed wood” wall back there? It’s awesome, right? I love those. In front of it is Will Ferrell, who was at Sundown at Granada Wednesday promoting his new film, Casa de Mi Padre, which opens March 16. Word from the lucky few that were invited to the junket…
Each week, Justin Bitner goes hunting for DFW’s most interesting sandwiches. Have a sandwich suggestion? Leave it in the comments, and he’ll check it out. Venue: Bolsa Mercado Sandwich: Smoked Turkey Ciabatta ($7) Bread: Fresh ciabatta from the very familiar Village Baking Co. Toppings: House-smoked turkey, even smokier bacon, arugula,…
What’s in a name? That which we call a taco would, by any other name would taste just as kick-ass. Sorry, but Cheap Bastard’s deep, deep love for Tacos La Banqueta, formerly Tacos El Guero, got us thinking about Romeo and Juliet. And butt crack. Whatever it’s called, the joint’s…
For some time, Central 214 was known as the restaurant led by Blythe Beck, the chef with the big personality who made her dishes “naughty.” Beck plated chicken-fried Kobe steak, whipped potatoes weeping butterfat and cream-laden gravy served not in some country kitchen, but in an opulent hotel dining room…
Jeff Kloster has struck again. Back in January we told you about Dublin Bottling Work’s move to bolster the Dublin soda industry. Maple and Motor still serves their sodas, and they’re becoming more available by the day. Now Velvet Taco plans to add more of Kloster’s offerings. They’ve been carrying…
Eater Dallas posted a fascinating story of what happens when a highly irate burger guy uses Twitter to release his anger. He really should try a different method, like what we used to tell my coach in high school, “In with the good air [inhale], out the bad air [exhale].”…
While sitting at Central 214’s bar, the subject of this week’s review, and snacking on some blistery shishito peppers and crispy pig ears, I became very excited about the state of bar food in Dallas. Instead of cheese sticks, chicken wings and Reuben sandwiches served with paper napkins (I love…
Inside the space at DUO: All Things Culinary (7721 Inwood Road), co-owners Leslie Needleman and Mary Kathryn Bass opened The Gem somewhat quietly about a month ago. Mainly a juice bar, The Gem serves organic smoothies, fruit-flavored draft kombucha, organic coffee and tea and, of course, lots of juices…
In a press release, Agriculture Secretary Tom Vilsack added, “… our MyPlate symbol is a simple reminder to think before we eat.” The USDA has teamed up with more than 6,000 MyPlate Community and National Strategic Partners in this effort, and they are all committed to promoting the 2010 Dietary…
This Sunday at Vickery Park the weather was warm, the breeze was stiff, and the brunchers were out in full force. I joined a small crew late in the afternoon and tried to make sense of their Crispin and whiskey lubricated ramblings. (They’d arrived several hours before me.) I was…
