Extra “e” in the name count: 1 Actual gazebo in the parking lot count: 1 I was having one of those “Can’t Decide What I Want for Lunch” days when I started to lose my mind because I was so hungry, but at the same time nothing I drove past…
“Suze. No, S-U-Z-E—it’s at Northwest Highway and Midway, right next to the Albertson’s.” This singular restaurant should need no introduction, but I probably suffered through this painstaking routine five times before finally convincing someone to join me for dinner one evening. Perhaps if I refrained from mentioning the strip-mall setting—makes…
Horseradish jar on my table count: 1 Beer bottles lining the wall count: 100 Five-liter bottle of Grolsch count: 1 I was selling all of my books, CDs and DVDs back at Half Price Books so I could afford to pay for the boob job I need to get if…
It might seem that the battle lines between those supporting the expansion of the Dallas smoking ban to bars, taverns and pool halls would be clearly drawn: nonsmokers versus smokers and those who own bars, taverns and pool halls. But things at City Hall are seldom that easy. Instead, Dallas…
Lunch plate delivered to me at my table count: 1 Times my tea was refilled for me: 2 Actual waiters working in this establishment: 0 When asked what I’d like to have for lunch, never have I uttered the phrase, “Ooooh—ya know what I’ve really got a craving for? Salad!”…
They were long and bleak, the months between March 2003 and January of this year—for local gourmands, anyway. Sure, one could pipe recorded accordion music through the place or dress waiters up in striped shirts and berets, but local restaurateurs could only dream of recreating the feel of an authentic…
Panic attack count: 1 Packed tables count: 12 When I’m feeling like eating a burger but I don’t want all that convenience and crappy quality that a fast food restaurant offers, I head on over to Chip’s Old Fashioned Hamburgers. I drove to their Cole Avenue location hyped up for…
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…
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…
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,…
Real chopsticks (not the kind you get wrapped in paper) count: 2 People playing cards at the table next to mine count: 4 I_ thought Asian fusion restaurants with their full bars, their fancy plates, their presentation of food that makes it look beautiful but also makes the food close…
Just why do the folks at Pescabar set a pair of metal chopsticks on each table? Yes, raw fish—I get it. The kitchen lauds its presentation of crudo, Italy’s version of marinated sashimi. But show me the South or Central American restaurant where diners scoop ceviche with chopsticks. For that…
Awesome beard count: 1 Snooty Dallasites count: 0 With the economy in the shitter, it’s getting harder and harder for hard-working Americans to pay for the sweaty lap dances they deserve. I am honestly shocked that the whole lack-o’-lap-dance thing hasn’t been a bigger issue in the presidential debates. I…
If one of the waitstaff at Go Fish Ocean Club offers to “explain” some of the menu items, waive him off, say “no, we’re good” or pretend you hear the maître d’ calling the waiter’s name—anything. Otherwise, you must endure a discourse worthy of Edward Everett. (You know, the guy…
Tongs count: 50 Skinny bitches count: 50 So, after a friend of mine gave me a hard time about never trying to find anything healthy for lunch for less than 10 bucks, I punched her in the face and then thought, “Ya know, Grandma, maybe you’re right.” I decided that…
A friend of mine refers to “Tuesday night” prices and “Saturday night” prices. By this he means not some inflationary trick, like hiking gas prices for the summer or raising national security alarms before Election Day, as if that would ever occur to…rrrove…sorry, had to clear my throat. No, the…
Flying Saucer 14999 Montfort Drive, Addison 972-934-2537 When it comes to beer-drinking havens, this is one of the area’s most respected. Not only does it have longevity, but also a hefty selection to choose from. Sample brews from England, Germany, Belgium—even Texas—both familiar names and microbrews. Ginger Man 2718 Boll…
Oktoberfest in Fredericksburg starts with a free glass of Shiner “Helles,” a crisp, golden-colored Czech-style pilsner. When the gates to Fredericksburg’s Marktplatz open on this Friday evening at six, more than 100 people get in line in front of the keg stand where Shiner brewmaster Jimmy Mauric and his crew…
There’s a Texas law that prohibits breweries from selling their beer in their gift shops. Bill Metzger, the publisher of Southwest Brewing News, says it’s the worst of many bad beer laws in Texas. “It doesn’t make any sense,” he says. “It’s like you make a killer brisket at your…
Here are my top-five year-round beers, in order: 1. Saint Arnold Elissa If you love crisp, bitter, hoppy beers, you will fall hard for this India Pale Ale (IPA) named after Galveston’s tall ship. 2. Live Oak Pilz Live Oak beers are sold on draft to select pubs and restaurants…
SMUchebag count: 6-8 Really good lemonade count: 1 I was so in the mood for some cheap wings and waffle fries the other day; so I drove my car on over to the Pluckers on Greenville, parked among all of Mom and Dad’s hand-me-downed BMWs with SMU bumper stickers, and…
