Remember the floor-wax-or-dessert-topping called Shimmer? Dallasite Callie McDole’s salad dressing is sort of like Shimmer—you can pour it on a salad, use it as a marinade, or just rub it on your thighs and have the pool boy lick it off. Extra, extra read all about it.
Well, our shy little intern Bonathon has caused quite a ripple in the intern world. First, he single-handedly shut down one of Dallas’ favorite soul food restaurants, Vern’s. Now he’s got a inbox full of groupies. (Yes, he does.) Today comes a challenge from Josh Storie, an intern at Levenson & Brinker PR. This is all sooo Facebook. Go, Josh:
13 Comments »Dear Bonathan,
For right now, my name is Josh. You don’t know me but I’m fully aware of who you are. Stories of your interning escapades have provided more humor for the lovely ladies in the cubicles beside me than anything else since I started interning here at Levenson & Brinker PR. As I’m sure you can tell, this is a pretty happening place. But, nonetheless, the tales of the infamous “Bonathan” have caused three of the women who oversee my imminently important and exceedingly entertaining duties as an intern to dub me with a nickname as well. (Oh, it gets better–flip the page.) Continue reading "An Open Letter To Bonathon: Battle Of The Interns"
I am getting a little uncomfortable with the direction comfort food is taking. Can I blame it on the Gen Y population? Sure, why not. They don’t read SideDish. Gen Y’ers are more Britney than Julia.
While the overall trend in dining today is to eat sloooowly, the Gen Y’ers I know are more content to snack quickly. What happened to the good old days of turning on The Thorn Birds (before you knew Richard Chamberlain was gay), grabbing a spoon and a half gallon of ice cream, and eating the whole thing? Once, after I got turned down for what I thought was my dream job, I went back to my apartment, made a three-layer German chocolate cake, and ate every last crumb. Did I feel better? You betcha.
What is comfort food? At home it is one thing, but now restaurants are trying to comfort us in public. Take Kent Rathbun. (beat, beat…) He has gourmet comfort food. He isn’t alone; there are lots of folks making their mortgage payments by selling upscale mac and cheese. Isn’t gourmet comfort food an oxymoron? If you agree, then WTF is healthy comfort food? A lie? You betcha.
I was curious to see if there were any distinctive differences between generations when it came to constant cravings. I didn’t have to Google far to find this little salty tidbit. Jump with me. Continue reading "Comfort Food In Dallas: What Comforts You"
23 Comments »Omigod, omigod you guys. Last night I took one of my perfect nieces and her almost perfect BFF to see Legally Blonde at the Music Hall at Fair Park. Natch, we were undernourished and running late. We decided to take the easy way and eat at the Music Hall. Yow. Zah. Not only was the food lovely, it was fun.
The dining room, managed by Culinaire (Nicola’s, Coast Global Seafood) International, and kitchen have been overhauled. The restaurant even has its own name—M. And chef—Eric Shelton. Chef Shelton designs a menu around each musical. For Happy Days, it was roast beef sliders and shakes; bangers and mash for Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. But I have a feeling he hit his stride with Legally Blonde: the buffet included “Bend and Snap” peas, “Oh My God You Guys” salad, and a “Carvard University” meat slicing station. Okay, you think it’s corny? Then you have a chip on your shoulder. My girls, who know every song and dance movement of this show, loved it. The festive food followed by a fabulous show combined to create an evening the three of us will never forget. Seriously.
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