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For our entrées, we've created a sort of surf-and-turf sampler by ordering a grilled seafood platter and a churrasco plate. When they arrive, we place them in the middle of the table. At the center of the seafood assortment is a piece of grilled salmon that's a little well-done for my tastes, but since it's slathered in a tart green sauce, the dryness isn't too much of a problem.
The fish is surrounded by juicy scallops, slightly overcooked grilled shrimp, sweet fried plantains and grilled carrots and squash. There's a small bowl of guacamole on one end of the long rectangular plate and a smaller dish with three kinds of dipping sauces on the other. The sauces are a red chile, a green tomatillo and a creamy black bean.
The churrasco is an extremely tender piece of beef that's been marinated, butterflied and grilled medium rare. It's served with a grilled pineapple slice on top. The vegetables and plantains are the same as on the fish platter, except the meat also comes with the deep-fried green plantain slices called tostones. Instead of guacamole, the small bowl on the plate is filled with pico de gallo, and the three dipping sauces include the South American parsley pesto called chimichurri, which is the traditional accompaniment with churrasco. Looking around the restaurant, I realize that the small plate with three dipping sauces comes with every entrée.
Sampling the sauces, we decide the black bean one goes best with the plantains. My daughter also tries dipping some steak into the wasabi-soy dip, which is leftover from the sushi. Not bad, we agree, as we follow suit. Then I cut up the grilled pineapple and encourage my tablemates to try the steak with a chunk of grilled pineapple and soy sauce. All agree that it's a wonderful combination.
"So which tastes best?" I ask in food critic mode, "steak and pineapple, steak and chimichurri, steak and red chile, or steak and wasabi-soy sauce?"
"The pineapple is good, but I would get tired of it," says the dining companion. "What I like is 'ADD dining.' I want to keep switching from one taste to the other. And this dinner is perfect for that."
ADD (attention deficit disorder) is a serious disability, and I don't mean to make light of it, but I have to admit, "ADD dining" is a pretty good way to describe what restaurants like Japaneiro's provide. Rather than a big slab of meat or fish and a couple of sides, they fill the table with an array of colorful sauces and condiments and allow you to amuse yourself by dabbing and dunking and coming up with new combinations. It's a fun way to eat.
Around ten, we're just finishing our meal when a band called Angeluchos starts to play. The first number, "The Girl from Impanema," seems to signal a repertoire of familiar Latino classics. The second song is "Chan Chan," from the Buena Vista Social Club soundtrack. But the band breaks into a frenzied dance beat in the middle of the familiar song, and suddenly the salsa dancers hit the floor.
When the music ends, the crowd goes wild and the lead singer bids us a rapid-fire bilingual welcome, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, señores y señoritas! Welcome to Sugar Land, Land of Azúcar!"
"Only in Houston," somebody said when I told them about Japaneiro's Sushi Bistro & Latin Grill. But in fact, the seemingly weird fusion of Latin American and Japanese cooking has a long history. Japaneiro means "Japanese" in Portuguese, and Brazil is home to one of South America's largest Japanese populations. Peru, which once elected the Japanese-South American Alberto Fujimori as president, is another. Mexico City, where the jalapeño and mayonnaise-laden "sushi a la mexicana" was invented, also boasts a large Japanese community.