Tune in Monday morning around 8:25AM to watch the television debut of SideDish contributor, Ms. Stacey Yervasi, on Good Day. Stacey, who fills the rest of her work time as assistant managing editor, will chat live with Megan Henderson about the “Best of Big D” items–mainly the best food stuff–in the August issue of D Magazine. She’s smart, pretty, and funny. If you have to work, set your DVRs to channel 4 at 8:25AM. Rock ‘em, Sly!
The charred remains of Cremona Bistro are no more. Katy Trailers pulled their T-shirts over their mouths and noses as a bulldozer stirred up the dust and cleared the lot spic-and-span earlier this week. Do we know what’s to become of the place? Something new to eat or just more condos? Are they ever going to get rid of that decrepit Jet Set club beside it? Is that place still open? A look at the website makes me lose my appetite.
This idea is genius. I mean, shots—of frosting? The article didn’t mention whether the Dallas Sprinkles location was selling these little beauties, so I called ‘em up and the nice lady said that, yes, you can buy any of the flavors available (usually six or so daily) for 75 cents. That’s gotta be cheaper than this. Cheers!
Just had a late lunch at The Porch and saw Consilient Restaurants owner Tristan Simon and newly hired Consilient corporate exec chef David McMillan gazing into each other’s eyes at the bar and smiling. It looks like culinary love, friends. Oh and, chef McMillan, here’s a tip: the Wisconsin cheddar-Shiner Bock soup I had for lunch today should be on the menu permanently. It was so good I would have poured it over anything that didn’t move. In fact, one of my friends poured it over her brisket sliders. I think she moaned a little.
Yow. Zah. I love a bunch of Fightin’ Foodies chewing the fat over Paula Deen. Thanks to my Sig-O (Hi Kim!), I have pictures from Lady & Sons, where there is always a line (left) to get in. Let’s see if I can lift these pictures off my desktop and get them posted. On three: one, two…
Thanks, Stephen, for bringing up Paula Deen. Last year I had dinner at Lady & Sons in Savannah and I can still smell the rancid butter that hit us in the face when we walked in the door. I’ve got to find the pictures I took of the food I ate–everything was dripping in butter. I remember the chicken pot pie was big enough for four and almost everything was fried. OK, she admits she’s “not your cardiologist,” but she really is contributing to the delinquency of dieters. The night we went, at least 75 per cent of the diners were beyond overweight–they were obese. It was sad–like people watching at the slots in Vegas–everyone was gambling with their lives.
People who read People Newspapers already know: Reporter, and my Facebook Friend, Merritt Patterson has the story. We heard it was going a couple of weeks ago, but still sad.
The other day in the comments section here, one of our loyal readers, “Logan,” left this note:
Ok, does Bill Addison look like Jody from Family Affair…b/c that’s what i picture every time i read one of his reviews now.
He’s confused because I call the DMN critic Freckle Face. Why? Because he has lots of freckles on his face? Maybe. Would I recognized Bill Addison if I saw him in a restaurant? Oh, yes. You see, I’ve had dinner with Freckle Face. And lunch. I won’t tell you if he’s tall or SHORT. I won’t tell you if his hair is dark or LIGHT. No sirree, Bill.
So, Mr. French jokes aside, I ask the question: Is it important for food critics to remain faceless in their community? I have lots to say on this, but I want to hear what you think. It’s a hot topic all across the country. So, let’s rumble.
Case in point. Her “Lady’s Brunch Burger.” I thought this had to be a joke, but sure enough, it ran on FoodTV a couple weeks ago. What is it? A burger, with bacon and egg, on a donut.
Looks like Google may serve their own version. Not sure how that applies to “Don’t be evil.”
OMG, I feel like Susan Hayward in I’ll Cry Tomorrow. You know, the movie with the greatest tagline EVER: ” Filmed on location; inside a woman’s soul.” At one point Hayward’s character, Lilian Roth, has it all–fame, fortune, a thriving career, and a stable of gay men to style her fabulous wardrobe.
Then–poof–and the puffs are gone. (Sorry I’m mixing my FagHag movies here.)
I backfill here to get you up to speed: just a couple of weeks ago Les Boys over at Gay List Daily ran their first their “Hooray for Hags” profile which featured me. Today I wake up to find they are recommening THIS!
Oh, I’m spinning out. My inner-Lilian is coming forward: “I can’t be anything except what I am! Look, look–what did you drop that bottle for? What are you trying to do, drive me crazy? Go on, GET THE BOTTLE! GET IT NOW!”
(Exit stage left.)
Dishers, I’m heading out early in the morning for a couple of days in Atlanta. I’ve got a few places to eat lined up, but could use some more–especially old classics.