All things food
All things food
111 N. Post Oak Ln.
Houston, TX 77024
3/5 sea bass filets
Our second venture during Houston Restaurant Week was to the Mediterranean restaurant at the Houstonian hotel in the heart of Houston’s Memorial and Galleria neighborhoods. The hotel is nesteled within wooded acres, making for a lovely surrounding and view from the restaurant. There is complimentary valet for restaurant dining, and we were greeted by every Houstonian employee we crossed paths with on the way to the restaurant from the valet, doorman, and even random staff bustling through the hallways.
The restaurant was rather empty for what should be the primetime dinner crowd (calling for raised eyebrows), but we withheld judgment.
For our first course, we all ordered the Gulf crab cake dressed in a tomato chutney and jalapeno remoulade. The crab cake was very tasty, although I recalled preferring the ones from Pappas Bros. Steakhouse.
For the second course, all four of us again chose the same: Chilean sea bass with wilted baby tomatoes, sweet onions, basil, and aged balsamic. The fish filet was a sizable and definitely would’ve been worth the flat $35 price had it been more flavorful. I know we’re in the health-conscious age and all, but the fish needed some major butter. After a few bites, the fish (being humongous and all) became a chore to eat, and that’s just the saddest thing. (If I’ve learned anything from my 31 years of eating and ten years of cooking, it’s that you always want to feed your guests just enough to leave them wanting more.) Toward the end of our entree, we were struggling to finish, not enjoying the sea bass as much as we did at the beginning.
For dessert, we decided to all get something different. There was the tres leches (rum milk syrup, vanilla cream, Swiss merengue, and blueberries); the strawberry and almond shortcake; and the devil’s food cake (coconut pecan praline, Valrhona milk chocolate, and ganache), which we all felt was sub-par.
For $35, the value wasn’t bad for what should be a four-star restaurant, but it failed to impress us, which is too bad because the Houstonian is such a nice hotel.
Note: We had photos of our food but in all honesty, it wasn’t even worth posting. Just imagine big chunks of food on a plate that tasted all mediocre. And there you have it.
5000 Westheimer Rd., Ste. 100
Houston, TX 77056
2/5 maggot-looking Sardinian teardrop pasta pieces
In our defense, John and I did not choose to go to this restaurant. It was not on my original list of restaurants to try during HRW 2010. It was a friend’s farewell dinner, and so we ended up at a stately table in a private room with 13 other people.
Sounds tasty, right? Let’s see about that.
Arcodoro started out strong. I enjoyed the carpaccio: a mix of thinly sliced cured meat complemented with the tart tastes of the vegetables. I only had a bite of John’s first course and found it rich but delicious enough. (I preferred my dish, however, and so didn’t waste time nibbling on his.)
But then came the incredibly disappointing second course. Three people at three different times commented that my teardrop pasta looked like maggots. I didn’t mind the spongy texture, but if that many people said it reminded them of maggots, then shouldn’t you rethink serving it? Who wants their customers to think of nasty bug larvae while dining? To make matters worse, the dish tasted like it came from a can: the pork shoulder was crumbly, and the sauce was nothing special. John’s paella (which I already knew would be a mistake) was not at all like the paella of our Barcelonian honeymoon. Granted, maybe Sardinian paella uses pasta instead of rice as their main ingredient, but the prawn was cold and the clams overcooked.
Arcodoro redeemed themselves slightly with their dessert. I thought the tiramisu was light–not too heavy with the liqeur nor cheese, and the chocolate atop the dessert was deliciously bittersweet. John’s dessert tasted like a lesser quality beignet.
Accompanying our meals were one iced tea and one Jameson on the rocks, running our HRW bill to $104! You bet we were pretty pissed. John and I don’t really believe one should pay top dollar for Italian food, so already we were peeved. And while we know HRW menus don’t usually display the best dishes of that restaurant, we thought the venue should still put some thought and care into what they choose to serve during HRW since there will be many newcomers, and if their first experience is ruined by an unimpressive meal, then you can bet those people won’t ever be coming there again. And that definitely applies to us–John and I will never go to Arcodoro again.
5555 Washington Ave., Ste. A
Houston, TX 77007
4/5 big beefy bone marrows
In continuing our attempt to relive our honeymoon gastronomically, John decided to take me out on a spontaneous dinner date. We’ve heard two of our friends claim this place to be in their top five, so naturally, we gave it a try. Since half of our honeymoon was in Barcelona, which is part of Catalonia, I was looking forward to reminiscing over some familiar foods. We arrived right before the dinner rush at about 6:45 and were not turned away nor did we have to wait despite our lack of a reservation. (We were, however, seated near the back at a table with wrinkly linens. But this didn’t bother us–we were there for the food.)
The menu is extensive, and everything sounded delicious albeit unfamiliar–there was no mac ‘n cheese in Barcelona as far as I could recall. Our waiter could not recommend any particular dish, saying “everything’s great.” Thanks for the help, buddy.
We ended up ordering three appetizers and one main dish to share. The plates were brought out one by one; we were not presented with the next until we were done with the previous. This aided in a slow dining pace which I enjoyed because it allowed for full concentration on one dish at a time. Our entire dinner conversation consisted of how the food looked and tasted–we felt like true critics.
The first plate was crab croquettes ($12) with a lemon zest sauce dribbled over it. A croquette is a small deep-fried little ball of goodness usually containing some variation of protein (meat or seafood), vegetables, dairy (cheese, eggs, etc.), and herbs. It is wrapped in bread crumbs before frying. Croquettes, which come from the word meaning “to crunch” in French, are originally from France but have since popped up all over the world. At Catalan, we oiriginally ordered pork croquettes but were told they had just been placed on the menu that night and were not ready. John and I exchanged glances. It didn’t seem very professional to print things on the menu only to disappoint your customers. Nevertheless, thinking back to the chicken croquettes I had at Paco Merlago (more on this later), I knew I wanted croquettes.
Finally, our entree arrived: Bryan’s farm-raised fried chicken with redneck mac ‘n cheese and watermelon pickles ($24). I always judge fried chicken on its battered skin, and this fried chicken was pretty damn good. It tasted of a lot of herbs, and I like that (I like KFC’s original recipe, what can I say?). Even the white meat was fairly juicy. Redneck cheese, we were told, is a particular cheese from Texas. It tastes like a sharp cheddar to me, but not too pungent. It made the mac ‘n cheese taste like home cookin’ with a gourmet kick. I tried a bite of the watermelon pickles just to try it. It wasn’t too tart and tasted refreshing, but because John is much more of a watermelon and pickle fan than me, I gave him all of it. I’m sure he was glad to have more to himself.
John had a $12 glass of cabernet sauvignon, and after tax and tip, we ended up spending an even $100. Don’t get us wrong–we are typically cheapos, and this was much higher than we were expecting to pay for a Friday night dinner, but we are still newlyweds and still splurging on our dates. But I do think $100 for 3 appetizers and a shared entree with only one glass of wine is pretty high. Catalan is great, but for that price, we still prefer Mark’s. But because of the heavenly bone marrow and I give it four out of five big beefy bone marrows.
Disclaimer: I know the photos posted on this entire blog are sub-par, but for what it’s worth, either I (a blind person) am taking the photo, or we’re using an iPhone and not a nice camera. So please excuse the mess. I’m sure you can understand the Blind Cook’s blog won’t be the most visually appealing.
1985 Welch St.
Houston, TX 77019
4/5 truffle fries
Our July Supper Club was spent at this quaint bistro in the eclectic Montrose neighborhood. I picked the spot because I’d heard of the name in passing before and happened to see them on the Restaurant.com summer sale where $25 coupons were going for $2. (Per my previous Chick-Fil-A post, you know I’m a sucker for discounts.)
Before ordering, a small plate of beef carpaccio was set on our table. “From the chef,” the waiter said. It was like nibbling on a little bit of heaven and did its job of whetting our appetites.
We decided to skip additional appetizers and go straight to the entrees. Two of us ordered the American Kobe beef burger with foie gras and truffle fries. Another two ordered the fish special which was Chilean sea bass with vegetables. And I ordered the meat special which was a beef filet in red wine sauce with vegetables.
Those who had the burger said it maybe one of the best burgers they’d ever had. The foie gras accompaniment apparently made all the difference. The truffle fries came with what seemed like a aioli sauce, or at least that perfectly spiced mayo condiment that the French love dipping their potatoes in. Those that ordered the sea bass claimed it was cooked just right: tender and juicy. As for my filet, I very much enjoyed the first several bites but found it slightly oversalted after that. I suspect it was in the sauce. Regardless, I mopped up my plate and then just downed two glasses of water.
For dessert, we all shared the torte and bread pudding. A torte is a cake made mostly of eggs, sugar, and ground nuts instead of flour. Both were delicious.
None of us had leftovers which meant: a) the portions were perfectly well thought out, and b) the food was delicious enough that we finished it all. The bistro itself was small in size, a marking of a true European bistro. This is no surprise considering Executive Chef and owner John Sheely has spent much of his career cooking up food from the likes of the French Riviera. At Mockingbird, he combines his Texas roots with Provencal fare in his French-American comfort foods. Since its opening in 2002, Mockingbird Bistro has had numerous accolades and rave reviews. I’m following suit.
The restaurant does, however, have a reputation for slow service, but it wasn’t until we waited for our check that it became apparent. But in their defense, the computer had trouble applying the Restaurant.com coupon to a split check. (Hrm?) I give this place 4 out of 5 truffle fries and would definitely return.
If you read about me, you would know that I don’t believe good eats always equate with expensive eats. This is why I’m not ashamed to put it out there that I love Luby’s! I recall the days of girlhood when my immigrant parents, who had no idea how to roast a Thanksgiving turkey, would order our holiday meals from Luby’s. And during the other times of the year, my mom would take me to the cafeteria after either my piano lesson or a long day of shopping. I would always get the Lu Ann Platter (a half portion entree served with two vegetables and a bread of choice) with fried chicken, corn, and either mashed potatoes or mac ‘n cheese, the dinner roll with extra butter, an iced tea which I drowned with ten packs of sugar, and (if my tooth was feeling extra sweet) a serving of strawberry Jell-o. Back then, the Lu Ann Platter ran us only a few dollars, but prices have since gone up. That’s why I appreciate the $2 Thursdays at Luby’s where you can get a chicken fried steak or a fried fish for just two singles. You can bet I’m going to round up my fellow Luby’s fan club friends one of these upcoming Thursdays and relive the magic of cafeteria childhood.
And here’s an interesting tidbit: The Lu Ann Platter is the inspiration for the same named character on “King of the Hill,” a redneck TV show created by Mike Judge which was based on real people he knew while he lived in Texas. Judge is also known for making “Beavis and Butt-Head” and the Office Space movie. On “King of the Hill,” Lu Ann Platter is Hank and Peggy’s niece who moved in with the family after her mother stabbed her father with a fork, and their trailer was capsized. The late Brittany Murphy played Lu Ann’s voice for several seasons. At first, I couldn’t stand the show because it stereotyped Texans–I’ve had more than one person ask me if Texans were like that–but after watching a few episodes, I found myself laughing aloud. Give it a try some time. They’re syndicated on FOX; check out the showtimes here.
There are rumors that many of the participating restaurants have decided to extend their HRW menus until Labor day (September 6). Originally, HRW was scheduled to end tomorrow, August 21, but now we get the chance to try out even more restaurants. Personally, I’m not sure if I can handle any more of the dents in our wallets. We did, however, get to try four of the venues (reviews to come). Some were great, some terrible. At least we know some of the money is going to a good cause.
So as I type this, it hasn’t been confirmed on the official HRW website yet. But can anyone say for sure if some venues are indeed extending the HRW?
There is something about Jamba Juice that increases my willingness to part with multiple dollars for an un-fancy orange juice. Maybe they slip something into my drinks. Or what about that matcha green tea smoothie? Yum.
But today, let’s try something different. For today only, you can get coffee and tea smoothies at $1 a pop. No coupon needed; just go right up to the counter and order.
Thanks to Heari (a.k.a. love.sewn) for the tip. Keep ‘em com’in’, guys.
I came across a Twitter feed yesterday that said a San Francisco chef created RVFC–red velvet fried chicken. It’s exactly what it sounds like: chicken dipped in red velvet cake batter, tossed in red velvet crumbs, and then deep fried. The fact that this super- healthy combo exists does not surprise me. What surprised me is that it was invented in San Francisco and not Houston.
And because no red velvet ccupcake is complete without cream cheese frosting, this RVFC is served with a side of cream cheese infused garlic mashed potatoes. You can order up a plate of RVFC at American Cupcake. As crazy as it sounds, I bet it’s pretty delicious. How can you go wrong combining two of the best flavors: the savory saltiness of fried chicken and the sweet glory of red velvet? I would try this in a heartbeat and then head over to the hospital for an angioplasty. How about you?
In the land of gargantuan burritos, Chipotle wins the taste test hands down. I think it’s better than some of their competitors (here’s a hint: they rhyme with “Treebirds” and “Tission Turrito”). Some say it’s the corn, others say it’s the marinade in the meat. Whatever it is, I can’t believe it’s a company owned by McDonald’s. Who knew that red-haired clown could whip up such a mean burrito?
Today and tomorrow, if you purchase a burrito or burrito bowl from Chipotle and save the receipt, you can redeem it this weekend for the same order. Here’s the coupon. Thanks to Joanna again for her cheap eat finds.
Who says nothing good in life is free? With today’s economy, we want all the free stuff we can get.
Here is a coupon to get a free Chick-Fil-A spicy sandwich at Memorial City Mall on I-10 and Gessner.
Chick-Fil-A has got to be my favorite fast food joint. I always get the #1 with a lemonade. Those chicken sandwiches are so succulent. And those waffle fries provide the right crunch. Yum! My tummy is churning just writing about it.
Thanks to Joanna for sending me this. Now hurry–the coupon expires toward the end of August.