Steven “Don’t Call Me Dallas Dude Anymore” Doyle is “reporting” that the City Council turned down Garden Cafe’s owner Dale Wootton’s bid to get approval to allow diners to BYOB. And that includes charity events.
I just spoke with Dallas City Coucilwoman Angela Hunt. “At the end of the day, I talked with Dale and his son Mark and the community representatives and I moved to deny the removal of the dry overlay,” Hunt said. “Dale asked to pass the planned development district that would have given him more parking spaces for his tenants and I said sure. I had him go out and work it out with the neighborhood folks and everyone came back in and sang Kumbaya.”
Hunt says she eats breakfast at the Garden Cafe all of the time and this was a tough decision for her. “It wasn’t matter of trusting him [Dale], it came down to a matter the short term and long term matters,” Hunt said. “Now it’s three little shops in a neighborhood. It makes sense that it would be dry in a neighborhood like that. The neighbors closest to the project voted against removing the dry overlay. Once you remove it, you can’t replace it and we’ve seen the problems that can happen on Lower Greenville.”
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[Ed. note: George poses this, in my opinion, stupid question. I am challenging him with, in my opinion, a smarter one.]
George: A couple of weeks ago, a Zagat survey reported that 60% of dinners in New York supported a time limit which allows the restaurant to boot you from your table so they can seat another party. But we’re not New York. So let’s ask the question to Dishers. Would you mind a time limit?
Nancy: George, you ignorant cluck. You are right on one point: we are not New York. I hate rushed service. Take MiCocina (beat, beat). Those waiters aren’t servers they’re animal trainers. They can turn a table of six in 40 minutes. It drives me nuts. I get the same vibe at Houston’s. Every time you sit down you can feel the beat: water, menus, drinks, order, eat, dessert, BOOM. Maybe, just maybe, we are eating out to have a conversation that doesn’t fit into the restaurant’s time frame. I think no time limit is best for the customer.
George: You can’t have a conversation in under 2 hours? Are you sitting with your fork in one hand and Blackberry in the other? Talk, talk, tap, tap. Assuming your waiter greets you in a timely manner, takes your order, and serves you your drinks and food, you really can’t finish in 2 hours? If not, move to the bar. I think it’s good for business.
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Overview: Unpretentious and “relatable,” Tootsie’s Café is every bit as charming as it is quirky. Luckily it’s not their decorating pizzazz or grammatically correct menu that keeps the downtown crowd packing this place for breakfast and lunch. On one side is a dining hall filled with red and white checkered picnic tablecloths and framed Ansel Adams posters along wallpaper that looks like a continuous magic eye stereogram. The hall attaches to the front counter/menu area and a “fixings bar” stocked with sauces ranging from southwest ranch to Sriracha, and looks out on the Tootsie’s slogan hung on a wall, “Home of Fresh Bun.” Not “Home of the Freshly Baked Bun,” or “Home of our Famous Fresh Baked Buns.” Just “Home of Fresh Bun.” See, relatable. To the point. My kind of place. I liked Tootsie’s right from the start, despite the annoyingly yet endearingly cute name.3 Comments »