Gus’s has a downhome, divey comfort to it: this ain’t no fancy pants your-water’s-gonna-cost-you-$8.50 kinda place. This also ain’t no I’m-gonna-get-a-salad-cause-I’m-trying-lose-weight-and-I’m-worried-about-my-gall-bladder kinda place either. Nearly every damned thing in here is fried, and if it ain’t fried, it’s swimming in cheese the color of post-nuclear Armageddon.
The gorgeous koko-like glamour shots of the dishes on their web page don't match the lack of glamour of the space. But when the food arrived, we were quickly reminded of the old adage "you can't judge a cookbook by its cover."
Although we’re not a big fan of national chains, First Watch is bright and cheery, waitstaff similarly so, and the food beautifully presented and prepared.
...sometimes all you need is solidly prepared food that doesn’t cost a car payment to enjoy (which is basically the definitition of a good neighborhood restaurant).
having had near-Biblical experiences at Ramen Tatsu Ya, I feared that the curse of having had really, really good ramen would result in a poor experience. But I’m surprised and pleased to report that Kiwami Ramen competes.
Dee dee in Thai means good good, and indeed, Dee Dee is Good Good.
Summer Moon has a few hooks in the water to get you to bite: (1) wood-fired coffee, (2) Moon Milk, and (3) hipness.
The first thing to note about Contigo is that it is all outdoor space, about half of it covered. That's right: just like an old-skool Texas prison, there ain't no air conditioning.
I’ve never had Nashville-style chicken before Tumble 22, but if it’s as good in its natural habitat as this, I’m all in. The chicken at T22 is perfectly fried, juicy, and delicious.
If you took the bus (or had a reliable designated driver), you could theoretically visit all of these breweries on foot over the course of a day. In fact, it’s not unusual to see pint zombies wandering Braker, Burnet, Metric, and Rutland groaning “Hops... HOPS...”
