Bice Goes Buh-Bye
This makes me sad: Bice, the fancy-pants Italian restaurant in the Crescent Building closed yesterday. (Thanks to the hawk-like eyes and ears of “Our Own” Teresa Gubbins at Pegasus News for working on Mother’s Day when she could have been home nurturing her clutter of kitties.) So Dallas, you say you want fine Italian and when you get it–Il Mulino and Bice–you don’t eat it. I’m (kinda) sorry but I miss Il Mulino. I thought it was good. Sure it was expensive. Would (could) I pay for it during these troubled economic times? Prolly not as often as I’d like but would for sure if that guy on a white–OK, it can be black–horse with saddlebags full of economic stimulus checks rides into town this afternoon and whisks me away to N9NE for a $69 margarita. Until then, the fact remains little Big D-ers: you want red sauce with that pasta. Next.
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Son of a Bice!
Can you relly have “Fine Itialian.” I know Italian restaurants may be know for their more elegant setting, but isn’t that allot like saying, “Fine Mexican”, or “Fine Chinese.” I dunno, to me Italian food should #1 always be full of garlic and #2 affordable.
A friend and I were going to dinner the other night for her birthday. The choices? Bice, N9NE, Craft, and Hibiscus. We toured the menus online, gulped at the prices, and settled on the delicious yet affordable Salum. My struggling 401(k) thanked me later.
Actually, I don’t think it has to do with the prices (hello, Fearings, Mansion, and Aurora) as it does with restaurants imported from elsewhere. Dallas folk just couldn’t warm up to the likes of Il Mulino and Bice because they weren’t homegrown.
Saying you can’t have fine Italian is like saying you can’t have fine American. The food was solid and the space was beautiful but the location is a killer. Access sucks. Just ask Sam’s, We Oui, Gumbo’s, etc.
Ditto that. Totally jinxed space.
Il Mulino rocked. Not so Bice. Bice was self-important; IlMulino felt important.
The menu, service, wine whatever….was world class. Il Mulino was, in other words, ‘old world/old money’ whereas Bice was like the guy with bad skin and a weird color tan who wears Versace at 50ish and has a too-blonde (bad) breast implant babe on the passenger seat of his flashy leased car.