Well, the peppers are picked and packed — maybe a little later and less abundant than usual. Harvested in late summer in Hatch, New Mexico, these green delicacies, named for their birth city, have garnered a cult-like following who flock to stores in a mild frenzy upon their arrival. It’s…
I stumbled upon the SSahm BBQ food truck while walking through the Arts District playing hipster bingo. (“Another fedora. Dang. Already got that one. Wait — there’s a dude in somehow-baggy-size-zero skinny jeans walking with a girl in a too-short romper!! She’s got a sugar glider in a bonding-pouch necklace!!!…
The word “craft” denotes a skill or trade. It can also refer to the quality of workmanship of the product that trade produces. All in all, it makes a decent name for a restaurant helmed by a perfectionist chef. Tom Colicchio, who’s built his career serving simple but refined recipes…
Speaking of Preston Hollow pizza … For a place so reluctant to give interviews leading up to its opening yesterday, Dough Pizzeria managed no shortage of coverage on its first day. That may have something to do with the strong reputation of its original location, in San Antonio, which is…
Subs, Mexican, burgers, Slurpees — the strip mall at Northwest Highway and Hillcrest has most of the major food groups covered. It will get that elusive fifth major food group, cheap pizza, in a couple of months. Mimi Ahmedi’s family owns the Joe’s Pizza and Pasta chain. He’s branching out,…
In a tiny space on Davis Street in Oak Cliff, you can find CocoAndré Chocolatier. And if you do happen to find it, you’ll discover something special: a passionate chocolatier with a particularly interesting story about a rediscovered chocolate once thought to be extinct. On this particular day, Andrea Pedraza…
If you follow burger culture at all, you’re probably aware that The Grape in Lowest Greenville has a noteworthy version. Texas Monthly anointed the burger the best in Texas, and customers have caught on. During brunch last week almost every plate I saw come out of the kitchen was graced…
The hours are somewhat mushy, but this weekend things should be in full swing at the new Velvet Taco (3012 North Henderson), and the “open really late” line stamped on their black and yellow sign will finally ring true. This ain’t no Texas taco. The menu details twenty options, and…
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…
