I’ve only ever visited the T Room with a group of assertive women. They talk chic, and I occasionally interject with a mildly obscene joke to remind them of my presence. While I sit quietly, they gossip and complain about mundane details and dish on fashion, dating, and office drama. If the forks have spots, or the table is uneven, or the sunlight is coming through the window, or menstruation cripples their perkiness, they address it. Why do I go, you ask? These lovely ladies are my friends, and I enjoy their company. It’s a good learning experience, for the better a man understands the menacing madness that fuels a woman’s mind, the better he will keep a happy wife. I may have stolen that from Cracker Barrel. Whatever way the cookie is devoured, the T Room has always served fresh, clean food.
Really? Holy cow. I just flipped over to EaterDallas and saw the headline: Hofmann’s CEO Gets Sued for Using Company Money as His Personal Slush Fund.
Frank, I know you’re a tough guy but, dude, you don’t ever want to piss off Phil Romano. (Right Dotty?) Especially on his home court of Trinity Groves. Allegedly, Zaccanelli used $34,000 to pay for non-business expenses that include $1,ooo at a Dallas nightclub, a house and a job for his mistress, and other ditties for his wife. Romano and several other investors are suing Zaccanelli.
Excuse me for being naive but how do people think they are going to get away with crap like this? Really? A house lease is considered a “facility payment?” Oink.
The first Hofmann Hots opens tomorrow at 11AM in Trinity Groves. I bet it will be packed now.9 Comments »
Like a good whisker tickling your ear on a Wednesday night, Bolsa Mercado is that revelatory night when you weren’t planning on being out, but found yourself living more than you ever expected watching fireworks at a dancing parade with a beautiful woman you had no business touching.
It’s close to noon and every lousy Uptown institution in walking distance just won’t fulfill the aching on your tongue. Your Johnny Walker morning has left you starved for circumstance, something to draw you out from your dwelling. This comfortable space you relax between is not suiting you, and you want more. I have the answer. There is a small market that sits on Davis, just a couple blocks down from the Bishop Arts District. You can’t bring your cat, but you may as well bring your appetite. I’ll refrain from mentioning all the craft beer, zip code honey, fresh breads, cheeses, yogurt, soups, sauces, sides, pastas and local produce that you should take home. I’ll not mention, but I actually will, that the market meats, delicious coffee, chips, jams, and distinguished wine selection will wow your bitty bits. I feel the heaviness in my heart lift every time I walk through these doors. Bolsa Mercado holds a special key that opens the universe to grandiose imagination. If I speak in convolution, it is no fault of my own. These words carry themselves, as the tastes and magic of Bolsa Mercado speak through me.
With a third of America’s children overweight and one in four going hungry, Chef Stephan Pyles of Samar and Stephan Pyles has decided to stand in the gap. From Monday, Oct. 15 through Friday, Oct. 19, Pyles will host a Lunch Break for Kids fundraiser at his restaurant, Stephan Pyles, during lunchtime hours. Organized by the makers of Hidden Valley Salad Dressings and the American Culinary Federation to support the Chef and Child Foundation, the event will benefit nutrition education programs that equip families with the knowledge to make healthier food choices. All guests have to do is purchase any lunch item to help support the fundraiser.
“Awareness is what we’re creating,” Pyles said. “It is the most important thing because many people just don’t know what to feed their families.”
In its second year, the fundraiser has worked with many chefs across the nation to create awareness.
Starting today, Sissy’s is open for lunch from Monday through Saturday, 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. The new lunch is something owner Lisa Garza, ex-execuchef Jeffery Hobbs and new execuchef Chris Ostlund have been working on together. Yesterday, at the media lunch I was invited to, Jeffery Hobbs was nowhere to be found. He’s officially moved onto his own personal projects. “I could not have opened without him,” said Garza. She’s known Hobbs ever since he was the chef de cuisine at Suze and wishes him the best of luck. But as for Chris Ostlund, the new executive chef whose résumé includes a stint at the Garden Cafe, Garza said she “could not be prouder of the job he’s done.”
Garza wanted to keep her lunch menu on the lighter end, which is why there are several signature salads and sandwiches to choose from. The muffaletta is a New Orleans-style puffy sandwich with layers of provolone, ham, hot coppa, mortadella, and salami ($13). Hearty salads - like the pickled Gulf shrimp salad ($20) and lump crab cake salad ($24)- were made with the intention of filling you up for lunch. No empty stomach gets left behind at Sissy’s – especially not when Sissy’s famous fried chicken is still available to order by the bucket during lunchtime.
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I just stumbled upon the cutest blog ever made for mommies, BentoLunch.net. Since today is the first day of school for most kids in Dallas, this means all you parents out there are packing school lunches every morning for your offspring. (Handing your kid a Lunchable doesn’t really count as putting in effort.) If you’re serious about packing healthy, nutritious lunches for your children, take a look at some of these ideas from Shannon Carino, BentoLunch.net blogger and extraordinaire.
Perfect lunch for tomorrow: The local peach, lettuce, and (J.T. Lemley) tomato salad with peach puree and olive oil at Company Cafe on the Trail.
Somehow I think after I lob this request out into cyberspace, it will be returned faster than an Andy Roddick ace to the deuce court. Advantage, bartenders: take your best shot.
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I’ve noticed readers’ questions have been posted on the SideDish blog before. My turn to be annoying. Ever since my husband and I vacationed in the B.V.I. we’ve been searching Dallas bars that serve a Painkiller. It is a fruity (Birtish) rum drink with grated nutmeg on top. Have made it at home, but would be fun to find it at a restaurant/bar. Any ideas?
Where do celebrity chefs eat when they are in Dallas? Meddlesome Moth. At least, that’s where I met David Rocco, Canadian-Italian celebrity chef, for lunch yesterday. Rocco was in town promoting his new book, Made In Italy, while juggling a half-dozen other responsibilities. We slipped into a quiet booth in the back, and the lunch hour slipped by as I would expect any lunch with any upstanding Italian guy: with an abundance of gesticulations, references to good olive oil, and stories about the important women in his life (his wife and twin daughters).
After perusing the offerings, I asked the celeb chef what he looks for on a menu at a mid-priced restaurant. He prefaced his response by saying that he never expects to be wowed anymore since he’s had so much good food around the world, but admitted that he was always searching for food that represented wherever he happened to be. After agreeing that we all had a light appetite, we ended up ordering four appetizers to share: fried hominy, house made hummus, heirloom tomato caprese, and seared ahi tuna.
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Editorial intern Michelle Saunders popped into the North Texas Food Bank’s yearly fundraiser last Friday. She files this report:
When I headed over to the Meyerson Symphony Center Friday morning for the annual Empty Bowls fundraiser, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Since it was held on DSO’s turf, I assumed that it would be fairly formal. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that sweatpants, sneakers, and spandex would be allowed in the Meyerson (I cringe a bit just writing them in the same sentence!). No one seemed to mind, however. Everyone was too focused on the steaming soups to be sampled and the beautiful handmade bowls to be purchased to worry about appearances.
What began as a small high school project in Michigan in 1990 has grown into a worldwide fundraising initiative against hunger. Guests purchase a ticket which provides them with a modest meal of soup and bread and a handcrafted empty bowl to take home as a reminder of the epidemic of hunger.
After my online musings over whether Capriotti’s would be a good 50-store fit for our beloved DFW, the big boys over at Capriotti’s delivered four ginormous plates of sandwich samples to me and the office mates. D employees gathered ’round the choices yesterday, carefully selecting between the Bobbie (turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, and mayo), Homemade Turkey, Italian, and Slaw Be Jo (roast beef, provolone, Russian dressing, cole slaw). The conclusion? Capriotti’s sandwiches are – hands down – wayyyy better tasting than Jimmy John’s limp excuses, and if it continues to preserve historic buildings the way it is, I’m personally a-okay with its expansion into DFW territory as a big fan of the Bobbie. (Thanksgiving leftovers in a sandwich = genius) Just lay off on all the mayo, will ya?
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I stalked TX Delizioso on Twitter all weekend until they confirmed @carol_shih: “Come see us in the Arts District this Tuesday!” There was no way I was going to miss the debut of Dallas’ first pizza truck, so I quickly grabbed photo intern Micah Nunley to take some snaps of Sydney Brown and Lauren Noblett’s newest set of wheels: a truck offering made-to-order pizza and other Italian entrees.
Here’s how my lunch went down.2 Comments »
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Several years ago I met a man for lunch at Stephan Pyles. It was the first time we’d met. We sat down and ordered. When the food arrived, he grabbed my hand and asked me to join him in prayer over our lunch. I bowed my head but kept my eyes open. Diners all around us were watching us as the very nice man prayed. And prayed. And prayed.
I admit I was extremely uncomfortable. Not because he was religious and blessed his every meal and minute on earth, but, and I don’t know how to put this gently, because I felt he was imposing his beliefs on me. Now don’t go all crazy on me, I am being honest. Looking back at it, I realize it wasn’t that big of a deal. However, I would like to hear what you think about this situation. Should he have asked me if I would have liked to join in prayer or was it “fair” that he grabbed my hand and assumed it was okay?
We all know that making a decent grilled cheese doesn’t require a membership in Mensa. I mean, I was making them at 7 years old…sure they were more often burnt to a black crisp than a nice golden brown, but I just called it “extra toasty.” A number of joints around the country have popped up, determined to push the grilled cheese sandwich where it has never been before, including places like Cleveland’s Melt Bar and Grilled, Austin’s Chedd, and NYC’s Melt Shop. So when I first heard about Ruthie’s Rolling Café, one of Dallas’ freshest food trucks dedicated to the humble grilled cheese, I was intrigued. Personally, I love the idea of dedicated cuisine. If you do one thing, do it right, I always say…okay, I don’t actually say that very often, but if you are only doing one thing and you suck at it, you may want to reconsider the direction your life is heading. I digress. I hoped that with Ruthie’s, this would not only be the beginning of a long, fruitful relationship between me and some beautiful sandwiches, but that Ruthie would pave the way for a grilled cheese revolution.
I am happy to report that Ruthie’s makes a mean grilled cheese. Perhaps you have been reluctant to jump on the food truck bandwagon. I know I have been, as I typically prefer, you know, chairs, air conditioning, and tables, but I can put all those niceties out of mind for some Ruthie’s. Even if I had to eat her sandwiches in a dark alley behind the Wal-Mart while lying on a bed of nails inside a dumpster, I would have no complaints.2 Comments »
We’re suckers for any press release that contains the following sentences:
It seems a couple well-intentioned entrepreneurs have teamed up with J&D’s Foods to create a little something they’re calling baconlube—the world’s first bacon-flavored, water-based, American-made, personal lubricant.
Billing itself as the “gold standard of meat-flavored massage oils” (natch) baconlube, they say, is like the McRib of sex: it’s delicious, makes men crazy, is here for a limited time, and is in short supply.
If you’re thinking “stocking stuffer!” (let’s stay on track here), we’re right behind you. But the boys only made 3,000 bottles of this pork-flavored nectar. It hit the interwebs yesterday at www.baconlube.com. How much, you ask, for a product that promises such a satisfying holiday season? Only $11.99.
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The boys at the office wanted to try Dough’s (I am now officially shortening the name) pizza so, ever eager to please Zac and Tim, I headed over. I arrived a little before noon. No lines. The restaurant was about 80 percent occuPIED. There were five people at the host stand, one of which I believe was co-founder Lori Horn. (The Dallas location is owned and operated by Keith Hall and Brad Liles.)
Anywhoo, I asked if they did take-out. The gal I believe to be Lori Horn (GBTBLH) winced. “We really wish you would have a seat and eat your pizza here,” said GBTBLH. “By the time you transport it anywhere you will not get the whole experience. It only takes 90 seconds to make and it just doesn’t taste the same outside of the restaurant.” I persisted. “My office workers will be very disappointed,” I said. Then GBTBLH said I should call them and have them come over. I really didn’t want to have to explain what Tim Rogers would say to that phone call so I insisted one more time.
With a heavy heart, GBTBLH made me the second person to order take-out at Dough in Dallas.
In honor of the third anniversary of their Bishop Arts location, Cafe Brazil‘s filling bellies fo’ free. Just stop by this Wednesday (17th) between 6:30 am and 6:30 pm for a free order of chicken crepes, pasta de tigre (rowwwrrr), pumpkin pancakes, or the wine country salad. Save room for the free slice of red velvet cake or banana cheesecake. Extend your good fortune by wearing a Cafe Brazil t-shirt; do so and your drink will be on the house as well.