And The Winner Is…Christopher

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…

Burning Question: What’s changed since you left Dallas?

Yeah, yeah—we heard the rumors. The Burning Question crew played one too many pranks involving Nair on our editor and found ourselves on a one-way flight to Central Europe and involuntary exile. But while we can neither confirm nor deny our, shall we say occasional, digs at management, stories suggesting…

Video: Somewhere In Dallas Lurks the Stomach of A Burger King

Early last year, I was working on a simple, light-hearted mini-documentary about an eating challenge at a rural Texas honky tonk, when things got a little weird. The Big Kahuna burger at Pancho & Lefty’s weighs more than eight pounds, and when I first visited, the owners were offering $500…

Kids Eat The Darndest Things: Los Lupes, Duncanville

For this inaugural edition of Kids Eat…11 year-old Iris and 6 year-old Lyle traveled, with quite a bit of adult assistance, to Los Lupes III, one of the local Tex-Mex chain’s seven franchise locations. The basics: Iris opted for the chicken kids fajitas ($5.99), featuring a generous serving of sliced…

Hash Over: Turkey, Tut and Nightgown Chic

There’s been a lot to distract us from restaurant news lately, from the Cowboys nose dive to . . . to . . . what was that other big event recently? Anyway, this afternoon a call from the good folks—well, I can’t verify that ‘good’ applies to everyone—at Stove Top…

Take a dip with Mattito’s and Bob

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…

Tei An is a Soba Success

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,…

Election Night Parties…At A Price

Dianna Wray Your waitstaff for election night tapas at the Hotel St. Germain. Journalists not forced to spend eight hours pontificating on live TV news broadcasts still face a daunting election night. By the time I arrived at the McKinney Avenue Tavern to attend the first of three grueling events,…

Hash Over: Fresh wine, labels and other stuff

OK, I’m assuming everyone knows the Beaujolais Nouveau ritual. Essentially, France sets aside the third Thursday of November every year to slam down very fresh wine, talk loudly and—later that morning—linger near handy drains. Usually all of this takes place beginning one minute after midnight on that particular Thursday. In…

Pairing Off: KFC

Robert Emery of Goody Goody in Addison hangs around with a few pretty strange types. Don’t believe me? “I know some people who drink Krug with KFC,” he says. Probably also runs in the ‘let’s take my C-Class to this weekend’s Oklahoma St. game’ crowd, too. But his comment begs…

(Un)sound Bites: Take Credit with Kit Kitchen

Full admission: I rarely cook after working all day at the office. Heat up, yes. Pour milk onto cereal, absolutely. But full-on cooking is reserved for weekends and special occasions…oh and after I’ve gone to the store with a list instead of just running in to grab a loaf or…

(Un)sound Bites: Southpaw’s Organic Cafe, A Left-Handed Compliment

In between errands one recent afternoon, I happened to walk—yes, walk—into Southpaw’s Organic Café. It’s lodged near Preston Road and Northwest Highway, across the street from Ross and Marshall’s. Although it’s a high traffic area, I was one of the cafe’s first ever customers. As the names suggests, Southpaw’s Organic…

(Un)sound Bites: The Trick or Treat Interloper

Look to our regular feature (Un)sound Bites for rants, and possibly even raves, on dining in Dallas. I feel conflicted about taking my kids to raid the more affluent ZIP codes every Halloween. On one hand, I’d like to keep them close to home and take the rare opportunity to…

(Un)sound Bites: Vitto Italian, An Offer You Can Refuse

Look to our regular feature (Un)sound Bites for rants, and possibly even raves, on dining in Dallas. Our server forgot to bring out our appetizer, saving us a few bucks and mercifully shaving a few minutes from our stay–pretty much the only positives from an experience at Vitto Italian. My…

How ‘Bout Them Knockers: Angelo & Vito’s

Scoring from home on Dallas delivery options Angelo & Vito’s 4250 Frankford Rd. 972-381-1002 Promised in: 35 minutes Delivery time: 24 minutes The Score Food: -15 Delivery: 80 Degree of Difficulty: 5 Style: 10 Other: -3 Total: 77 So the real-life pizza doesn’t really match the photo. Instead of rustic…

The Mint is Heavy on Fusion and Light on Spice

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…

Pescabar’s Identity Crisis

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…

Bangkok City

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…

Go Fish Ocean Club

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…

Salad Creations

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…

Soley’s blend of French-Italian Makes for an Awesome Saturday Night

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…