The waitress attending my table one evening applied the ominous phrase “to die for” to almost every dish. Really, when I think about it, I’m not certain I want to die for my meal—although it’s always a possibility. As every veteran food writer will tell you, if a slider has…
Don’t know what to say about this other than stand back aghast and watch proponents of the old government cheese program weep: Sculptor Sarah Kaufmann, otherwise known as “the Cheese Lady” plans to carve up 500 pounds of otherwise useful cheddar to celebrate the opening of Sprouts in Murphy. Make…
With apologies to Orville from our usually unrepentant graphics guy. During the uncertain days of economic depression and the threat of global war, America needed a hero, someone to vanquish all wrong, to protect us from evil—someone fictional. So in 1938, the folks at Action Comics gave us Superman. Well,…
Word on the street has restaurateur brothers Gabriel and Adrian DeLeon planning something new. Already the two run Irving’s longstanding La Margarita, a destination not just for its tequila selection. Their new venture—Masaryk—is slated for Addison Circle…
Alley Oops 1115 N. Beckley Ave., Dallas All you really need to know about Alley Oops is that it’s cheap, it’s small, and almost everything is deep fried. I love it. Sandwiches range from about five to eight bucks. So you want a soup or salad with that greasy Philly…
Patrick Michels A great night for America and its Thai delivery food. Bangkok City 4503 Greenville Ave. 214-691-8233 Promised in: 60 minutes Delivery time: 72 minutes The Score A. Order 1. Degree of Difficulty: 2 2. Minutes spent on phone (subtract from 10): 7 3. Ease of communication: 5 B…
There was a day, we’re told, when stern instructors forced the fabled “three R’s” on students who walked varying distances through the remnants of vicious blizzards (or ravaging locusts, I forget which) for lessons. Then Baby Boomers, unwilling to subject their own kids to little traumas that may affect self-actualization…
Jake Barnhart, ladies and gentlemen, on the iPhone Hurritang lesson #3.7: In lieu of lost digital pics, use blurry iPhone ones. Greetings all, and welcome to the inaugural installment of Girl Drink Drunk. Just a little background: what will become a regular feature ’round these parts was inspired by a…
Yep, Christopher. He left us with the week’s best bit of reader commentary. In response to our search for a wine to go with KFC (Pairing Off), Christopher wrote: “Fried Chicken and Champagne: Dallas on a Plate.” He wins a packet of turkey gravy mix, sent to us by the…
Yeah, yeah—we heard the rumors. The Burning Question crew played one too many pranks involving Nair on our editor and found ourselves on a one-way flight to Central Europe and involuntary exile. But while we can neither confirm nor deny our, shall we say occasional, digs at management, stories suggesting…
Early last year, I was working on a simple, light-hearted mini-documentary about an eating challenge at a rural Texas honky tonk, when things got a little weird. The Big Kahuna burger at Pancho & Lefty’s weighs more than eight pounds, and when I first visited, the owners were offering $500…
For this inaugural edition of Kids Eat…11 year-old Iris and 6 year-old Lyle traveled, with quite a bit of adult assistance, to Los Lupes III, one of the local Tex-Mex chain’s seven franchise locations. The basics: Iris opted for the chicken kids fajitas ($5.99), featuring a generous serving of sliced…
There’s been a lot to distract us from restaurant news lately, from the Cowboys nose dive to . . . to . . . what was that other big event recently? Anyway, this afternoon a call from the good folks—well, I can’t verify that ‘good’ applies to everyone—at Stove Top…
Free valet that I didn’t feel bad not tipping count: 1 Minutes I had to wait before I got a table count: 10 When I want a good margarita, I make one. When I want great queso, I go to Mattito’s for their Bob Armstrong queso with its taco meat…
I’ve been told that men are simple creatures—assuming “my eyes are up here” means something along the lines of “simple.” And a pig is, after all, a creature. Well, not so much been told. Let’s just say I’ve heard second-hand—yeah, that’s it—some of these untoward remarks. On the plus side,…
Dianna Wray Your waitstaff for election night tapas at the Hotel St. Germain. Journalists not forced to spend eight hours pontificating on live TV news broadcasts still face a daunting election night. By the time I arrived at the McKinney Avenue Tavern to attend the first of three grueling events,…
OK, I’m assuming everyone knows the Beaujolais Nouveau ritual. Essentially, France sets aside the third Thursday of November every year to slam down very fresh wine, talk loudly and—later that morning—linger near handy drains. Usually all of this takes place beginning one minute after midnight on that particular Thursday. In…
Robert Emery of Goody Goody in Addison hangs around with a few pretty strange types. Don’t believe me? “I know some people who drink Krug with KFC,” he says. Probably also runs in the ‘let’s take my C-Class to this weekend’s Oklahoma St. game’ crowd, too. But his comment begs…
Full admission: I rarely cook after working all day at the office. Heat up, yes. Pour milk onto cereal, absolutely. But full-on cooking is reserved for weekends and special occasions…oh and after I’ve gone to the store with a list instead of just running in to grab a loaf or…
If you’ve been to Bolsa in Oak Cliff, then you understand the intense flavor of locally grown vegetables and herbs. Chef Graham Dodds and his team don’t have a walk in freezer to work with, so they must change up about half of the restaurant’s menu every day as nearby…
In between errands one recent afternoon, I happened to walk—yes, walk—into Southpaw’s Organic Café. It’s lodged near Preston Road and Northwest Highway, across the street from Ross and Marshall’s. Although it’s a high traffic area, I was one of the cafe’s first ever customers. As the names suggests, Southpaw’s Organic…
Look to our regular feature (Un)sound Bites for rants, and possibly even raves, on dining in Dallas. I feel conflicted about taking my kids to raid the more affluent ZIP codes every Halloween. On one hand, I’d like to keep them close to home and take the rare opportunity to…
