For the new-around-here, asking a local for dining ideas undoubtedly yields one of only a few recommendations. You must try the tacos at Fuel City. It’s, like, in a gas station or something. Or how about Wingfield’s? The patties are massive, the best burger I’ve ever had. Angry Dog is…
Macho Nacho, located at Cedar Springs and Throckmorton, opened its doors in April, and has since been through some big changes. The menu has been altered several times, and items are constantly being added and taken away as the restaurant gauges which things work and which ones flop. The current…
In an episode from last year, Anthony Bourdain described bone marrow as his “desert-island” dish. Maybe when he comes to town in October, we’ll rent some sort of City of Ate van and kidnap the food writer (black hood and all) and chuck him toward the door of the Meddlesome…
That’s right, folks: Another In-N-Out lands in Dallas proper this week — another place for you to drive by and think, Even I don’t love burgers that much. That’s just weird. This one lands Thursday at 7909 LBJ Freeway, just near the 635-Coit interchange. So that won’t cause any traffic…
I was at Fireside Pies up north, trying to slow-play a pizza dinner to make it feel like an Actual Saturday Night. I’d perused the very attractive menu and settled on my pizza: the Pork Pie. I chose this because it is called the Pork Pie, and because as a…
This burger’s been my albatross. I had it just a few nights after arriving in Dallas, and I’ve been searching for a better burger ever since. I’m not finding one. I’m not saying NHS serves the best burger in the metroplex (yes, there’s an app for that), but it’s definitely…
My Fit Foods is what would happen if Eatzi’s ate Jenny Craig. It’s a wall of refrigerators filled with premade, preportioned, ready-to-wave, better-for-you-than-horking-down-a-stuffed-crust-pizza meals. The goal of My Fit Foods is to help us buncha lazy tubtowns learn how to not eat triple cheeseburgers with bacon every damned day. You…
If you’re an Ethiopian-food novice, you might find yourself drawn to one of the shiny new restaurants serving it around Dallas. They’re sleek, almost trendy places, serving a training-wheeled version of that nation’s robust cuisine on clean white plates. They even trim their injera, the country’s signature spongy bread, into…
As summer reaches its peak, another round of restaurants have opened and closed their doors to the public. Wild Salsa, the highly anticipated Mexican restaurant from DRG Concepts, had its grand opening last month, as did a few others. Meanwhile, other joints around town have abruptly closed for renovations or…
I wasn’t excited. It was early afternoon, the temperature was already 100, I was hungover and I was hungry. My invitation arrived by text: “Want to get elotes with us in 30 mins? There’s a place up on Maple.” I’d seen a version of this snack back in DC. Street…
Last minute invitations often result in accidental food discoveries. Last night a friend asked me to join her for dinner, which turned out to be the “soft opening” of a new restaurant in her downtown neighborhood. As City of Ate reported back in January, the creator of Steel is bringing…
Tired of spending $10 for a mediocre lunch? Let the Cheap Bastard show you how to spend way less for something better, every Thursday on City of Ate and in the Dallas Observer. This week: Gandolfo’s New York Deli Food Truck. Minutes I waited for food: 3 Times the guy…
It’s a hard and fast rule of scenesterism, regardless of which sect you belong to: No matter how far you live from the ocean, stylish sushi must be in your dining rotation. Whether it’s Deep Ellum hipsters, Uptown collar-poppers (they still do that, right?) or people who are trendy simply…
Driving through the Design District totally lost (except for the fact that I knew I was in the Design District because of the signs on every tree, lamppost and fire hydrant that label the area as such; you’d think that of all places, the Design District would know that less…
Veracruz, a thin and wrinkly shaped state on the Gulf, wasn’t the most loved state in Mexico. The Spanish used the region as a gateway to the New World, trouncing local tribes in search of gold. But they also brought along olives, capers, almonds and other treasures from home, imprinting…
Wild Salsa, Dallas Restaurant Group’s latest addition to Dallas’ upscale Mexican scene, opened for lunch yesterday, doling out chips, salsa and pricey tamales to hungry downtowners. I stopped in just as a light lunch crowd began to ebb. There were three of us at the cement bar, and a handful…
It was just after noon and the mercury was well into its death march upward as I walked up to Maple and Motor, looking for a cheap and decent meal that was close to the office. Out front under an overhang that produced a scant 12-inch strip of shade, those…
Walking into Oddfellows, on the Bishop Arts District restaurant row that also includes Hattie’s and Tillman’s Roadhouse, the place all but purrs relaxed, Bohemian cool. And its food is every bit as unpretentious as its insouciant aura. The restaurant’s interior immediately establishes the laid-back mood. The wood has clearly lived…
Days after paying $3 at a Taste of Dallas taco stand for the blandest taco experience I’ve ever had, I was in serious need of taco redemption. (Thanks for punishing me for trying something new, Three Guys and A Taco. Maybe you were just off your game that day? I…
I haven’t subscribed to cable in more than seven years. And I haven’t owned a TV for about half that time. When I was a junkie though, I indulged cooking shows with the mindless zeal of an addict. For whatever reason, a clip of Ming Tsai on a boat, stabbing…
California import In-N-Out Burger arrived in Frisco, and people lost their minds. They waited in line for hours. They cried tears of joy. And immediately after all the “OHMAHGAWDY’ALLIT’SFINALLYHERE!” crazydust settled, it was clear that among our readers there are two serious-as-their-obviously-impending-heart-attacks fast-food burger camps: You’re either Team In-N-Out or…
After a long night of doing shots in honor of the late Betty Ford (yeah, I’m going to hell. Window seat, please), brunch seemed like the best solution. So I picked myself up and went early Saturday morning afternoon to check out a new brunch spot, and get myself some…
