Preston Road North is the unlikeliest new dining strip. It’s totally not fashionable, totally not a place to hang out, but evidently the neighborhood is totally filled with hungry diners. Have they just been discovered or was everyone between LBJ and Oak Lawn on a diet until recently? Lately I…
Menu writing should be taught (or maybe it is) in those culinary academies that turn out all our chefs. Or perhaps, along with the health inspection, a spelling and grammar test should be required. To read the menus in many restaurants, you’d think there were no rules of writing, in…
One of my favorite food memories is eating a cucumber on the street in Istanbul. It was hot, we were tired out by haggling in the Grand Bazaar, discouraged by the experience of being blonde in Turkey, and tired of avoiding fresh fruit for the sake of our guts. A…
Diana, a Renaissance woman. Baker par excellence, farrier, seamstress, and dietitian. Vegetarian. Bakes the cakes and cookies for Street’s Famous Sandwiches because she knows Gene’s mother. What better recommendation could there be? –Mary Brown Malouf Street’s Famous Sandwiches, 4246 Oak Lawn, 526-2505…
There’s a lot of discussion about what Deep Ellum needs. More residential space, more retail, better restaurants, fewer kids, a grocery store. What KJ and the donut lady decided it needed wasn’t on anybody’s list, but there’s certainly not another one in the neighborhood: 24-hour coffee and donuts. The donuts…
People think in categories when it comes to restaurants. The typical dinner out begins with a conversation: “I don’t feel like cooking. Want to go out? Want to eat Mexican? Italian? Pizza? You feel like Thai? Vietnamese? Wanna just get a Tombstone and a video? Steak? Seafood?” For most of…
The last time I wrote about Dakota’s was several years ago, for another publication. I remember on that particular weeknight visit that I was just about the only woman there–the whole restaurant was populated by pinstripes, with a very few power powder puffs with jabots on theirs. But on my…
“Oh hi, Arthur.” What else was there to say? The waiter and I went way back. No point in dragging out the wig and shades now. It’s one of the dangers of attempting to review restaurants anonymously in the town where you grew up–you run into yourself coming and going…
One giant step for fast food: Wendy’s on Lemmon Avenue is determined to serve it your way. Now, when you pull up and order, the menu board verifies it as you speak. Say you want a single burger with cheese, no onion or tomato, and a big order of fries…
Your mama told you right: you can’t judge anything by appearances. Jade Garden has as unpromising a facade as you could hope to see. A converted convenience store, with leaky ceiling tiles, vinyl booths, cheap tables, and chairs–this place has absolutely no drive-up, and the inside is no more encouraging…
You’d think it was Six Flags in summer–the line snakes through the tables and right out the door at noon. Fairmount St. Bakery Cafe is a lunchtime phenomenon. And the question for me–as always–is why? Why is this place making it when so many restaurants are not? These days it…
I get a lot of press releases and a lot of voice mail, but I gather a good deal of my restaurant information from that most professional of sources, my car. Like everyone else in Dallas, I spend half my waking hours behind the wheel, and cue in to changes…
You don’t see wings as often as breasts, and they’re not as big here as in Buffalo, but chicken wings are a coming thing–one part of the bird that still has bones. Wingstop serves ’em hot, mild, covered in lemon pepper or garlic and parmesan, coated with Hawaiian or atomic-strength…
Maybe I’m being supersensitive about this–after all, I’m still terrified by that chapter in Ray Bradbury’s Martian Chronicles where the earthmen climb out of their rockets on Mars and everything and everyone looks precisely as it did back home in Sioux City, Iowa. Only, of course, they’re not…they’re really Martians…
Shannon Wynne had two good ideas and put ’em together the way Lewis Carroll invented vocabulary. The Flying Saucer is Wynne’s new not-brew-but-beer-pub in Fort Worth’s Sundance Square; according to The Fly Paper, the Saucer’s newsletter and menu, it serves 60-odd draught beers and nearly 150 bottled beers. Plus cider,…
I have an electric fork at home, purchased at a New York flea market. You mean electric knife–someone always says when I tell them that. No, electric fork. There’s a space in the handle for a battery, and when you push the switch, the tines of the fork go round…
Modern is a funny word. As soon as you call something “modern,” it seems quaint. The Jetsons were “modern”; so was the transistor radio. In the last century, John Kellogg had “modern” food ideas–he invented breakfast cereals to support his creed of regularity at all costs. Health at the expense…
It is only right that institutions are slow to change. They shouldn’t be subject to the whims and wishes of fashion and trends–they should move at the pace of history. So it is really big news that S & D Oyster Company, on McKinney, has added a new menu item…
When I was a brown-bagging kid, the school lunchroom was divided into two parts: Oreo-eaters and Hydrox-eaters. Both camps regarded their chocolate sandwich cookie as the best; the Oreo-eaters, of course, were correct. Oreos were a rich, deep-chocolatey cookie, the connoisseur’s cookie of choice, whatever your age. Hydrox was a…
When Dallas Morning News music writer Michael Corcoran recently moved to Austin, his last published column listed his departing picks and pans–what he would and would not (emphasis mine, but surely he feels this way) miss about our fair city. In the latter category he mentioned the rumor–wistfully revived nearly…
I am always asked where to get good Chinese food in Dallas, and I always say New York or San Francisco. That’s still true if you’re looking for one of those deeply “authentic” Chinese restaurants with the ducks (geo and otherwise) hanging in the window. But there are a few…
The sign at 2001 Flavors reads: yogurt, stuffed potatoes, rotisserie chicken, salads. A summing-up of 90s gastronomy. Inside, it looks like a yogurt store, but yogurt isn’t the only thing you can get with mix-ins anymore. The deal here is you choose a base, like a potato or chocolate yogurt,…
