This could be the hottest dish you’ll ever read. The 1996 “Marilyn Merlot” has just been released, with the dishy blond on the label. A different picture from the star’s estate adorns the bottle every year, and there are actually oenophiles who refuse to buy the wine because of the…
I am skeptical of any commercial food establishment that uses the word “home” in its description. “Home” cooking, “home”-baked, “home”made–they’re all obvious lies. But it’s not just the obvious untruth–that this food is actually restaurant cooking, professionally baked, and commercially made–that bothers me; it’s the increasing sense of confusion about…
Speaking from several experiences, I know that marriage has its ups and downs. You have to judge it by the long haul, because it can be miserable in the short run; a bad week out of a lifetime relationship is not very long, and yet it can end a marriage…
Holy Ravioli! Sounds like something Batman would say, but take it literally this time. This new pasta shop is set up like a Baskin-Robbins store, only the freezer containers are filled with ravioli instead of ice cream. There aren’t 31 flavors, but you can choose pasta pockets filled with black…
Jack Nicholson’s famous sandwich tantrum in Five Easy Pieces has been referenced so often, it’s become a bit of folklore that exists apart from the movie. His point, made so vehemently about the toast, was: Restaurants are supposed to serve you first, food second. If someone walks into Deep Ellum’s…
There are as many Starbucks on our city’s streets as stars you can see in the Dallas sky. A more frightening surmise: There are almost as many Starbucks as there are Gap’s. Tell us, Faith Popcorn, how much coffee can we drink?! Wonder no more. Starbucks, ever ahead of the…
“Must have a good lunch crowd,” was my first impression of this little restaurant, tucked down in a strip center off Greenville and Park. The dining room was empty when we arrived (though it was Thursday at the dinner hour) except for a reviewer from another publication and her party,…
It’s an official prediction. After a decade or so of putting the world on a plate, so-called “fusion” cuisine is on its way “out,” according to a recent article in Nation’s Restaurant News. Fusion evolved from New American chefs’ idea of cooking regional ingredients with French techniques. Then American chefs,…
Style is as important in dining as it is in dressing. We humans define ourselves in subtle ways, believing you can judge a person not just by the company he keeps and the clothes he wears, but by the food he eats and the places he goes. Certainly, restaurateurs believe…
Nothing is more important to food than the fat with which it’s made. Whole cuisines can be categorized by the oils–or butter–upon which they’re based. As this country, originally settled by butter-eaters, is learning, all oils are not created equal. Olive oils, for instance, vary incredibly in taste–fruitiness, acidity, bitterness–as…
If you’ve got a Tolltag, you know where Tupy’s is. Along with Horchow Finale–the discount store of catalogue leftovers–Tupinamba (called Tupy’s by regulars) anchors a shopping center whose feature attractions are a pet-grooming shop, a nail salon, and the Tolltag store. It’s on Inwood Road just off Forest Lane–Dallas’ ancient,…
It’s often considered the most romantic restaurant in the city, and when I go there, I realize all over again how far I am from understanding romance. In my experience, love means never having to have the munchies again–or, at least, not for the duration of the infatuation. Love makes…
When my sister the chef used to visit New Orleans, the first thing she’d do after checking into a hotel was head for a convenience store and buy a couple of bags of Zapp’s potato chips. After all, a trip to New Orleans is a culinary expedition, Zapp’s are top-drawer…
I was in New York two weeks ago, and I saw an extraordinary work of art, of fanaticism–and, the artist claimed, of love. Liza Lou, a young artist from the West Coast had entirely covered a life-size kitchen in tiny, brilliantly colored beads. Not one inch was left bare. Picture…
First it was scotch (single malts, the more obscure, the better), then it was the martini (in 100 high-end variations), then bourbon (single-barrel, please). The trend is toward connoisseur sipping, not guzzling, and the latest liquor to climb the ladder of taste is tequila and its sister, mescal. These days,…
How much personal space humans require is mostly a cultural thing: Mediterranean men kiss each other, American men shake. And the ways we invade each other’s space are ritualized, codified, and fenced around with rules; after all, one person’s act of affection is another’s act of aggression. That’s why sharing…
The fourth Saturday of every spring and summer month, chichi Marty’s hosts a highly eclectic Farmers Market featuring up to 10 vendors selling exotic seasonal produce, plants, gourmet food products, baked goods, cappuccino, even food-inspired art and jewelry, and gourmet dog biscuits. In the past, live ostriches and wine tastings…
Sometimes, not often, you simply can’t face pizza again. In that case, there’s only one thing to do: Order Chinese. In other cities, Chinese might be a first choice. Buildings all over New York City post notices discouraging the pink-and-white flurry of take-out menus that get left by every unprotected…
It’s not only humans who have to watch what they eat: My cat Ed was recently diagnosed as obese. The average full-grown male cat weighs 12, maybe 15 lbs. Eddie weighs 22, perfectly dry. Perhaps he lacks that chemical signal that tells his brain when he is “full.” Perhaps he…
All the chat about Eatzi’s has had a subtext: What about Marty’s? Across the street from Brinker’s new phenomenon is the pioneer of Dallas gourmet shops/take-outs, and comparisons between the two are inevitable. The problem is, they’re completely misplaced. The two stores actually offer entirely different goods and services, and…
Last week, my silver-haired mother ate an Egg McMuffin for the first time in her life. I won’t go into the details surrounding her surrender to fast food, except that circumstances demanded it, that she’d reached the point between hunger and availability otherwise known as a rock and a hard…
I still think Randy Newman should have taken home the Oscar for best song, and my opinion was reinforced when I walked into Eastside Grill where they were playing “Good Old Boys,” Newman’s brilliant album about Louisiana and Huey P. Long, which became the soundtrack for our early dinner. Newman…
