Welcome back to the weekly roundup here at Eating Our Words, where the words are still sweetened with pure cane sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup because we deal in tastiness, NOT LIES. We started our week off with E. Ting's M. Peccable chat with Beaver's chef Jonathan Jones, whom you may have met serving up fantastic spicy barbecue wings at last night's Rocks Off event. "I deep fry a baguette until it becomes a huge crouton, then stuff it with oysters, pickles and fried onions. That's bad ass," says Jones. He then donned a full suit of samurai armor, switched on his lightsaber, and rode his noble grizzly bear steed Thor into the annals of myth.
Robb Walsh enjoyed some "lamb corazon," a tasty-looking finger food bearing a striking resemblance to something called "dove poppers". On which date is it proper to suggest that your loved one order dove poppers? We're going to go ahead and say the fifteenth wedding anniversary.
Next, Sarah Rufka investigated the late night scene at Spanish Flower, and one of our undercover commenters laughably suggested that there may be such a thing as "too much queso". Ha ha ha ha! That makes even less sense than this random video of Christopher Walken cooking chicken with caramelized pears. Note to God: Eating Our Words would like to live forever, but if that's not possible, you should at least make it happen for Christopher Walken.
According to Robb, cowboys really dig sourdough, mainly because everyone digs sourdough except neo-nazis and devil worshippers. Katharine Shilcutt outed herself as a mustard snob when she revealed her hatred of French's plain yellow mustard, a hatred which we will prove is misguided by eating this here hot dog slathered in inferior Dijon mustard. Oh wow... actually, that's really, really good. Well, shit.
Robb's got a recipe for homemade dulce de leche, which is spanish for "leech milk". J.C. Reid investigated a fermented soybean dish called natto, which is Japanese for "braised yak boogers". He didn't seem to care for it.
As a palate cleanser, we got a sweet shot of Pineapple Lifesaver from Rudyard's, one of our favorite Houston hot spots, and we're not just saying that because they once made us an Apple Pucker and told the guys we were with it was a Snakebite. Even manlier were Rice Bowl II's eggs as part of a guided tour into Houston's well-hidden Indonesian underground. Robb also revealed that the Reagan administration was responsible for the changing of the word "catsup" to the much more reasonable "ketchup." Thanks, Gipper!
After a chat with the Strip House's lovely and talented Erin Carter, Robb sprung some goat balls on us. Hey thanks, Robb! We'll get you for this.
Katharine's list of Houston's ten worst restaurant names somehow left out Hung Dong, which several people have sworn up and down is a real place, and not a racistly-caricatured Asian character from an 80's movie. J.C. chimed in with some fast foods that will do in a pinch, reaffirming our long-term goal to one day build a luxurious mansion out of Popeye's biscuits. Home delicious home.
After some green chile chicken kebabs with Robb, it was time for this week's food fight, an epic cheesetravagzna as Reef and Ousie's Table faced off to see who had the best macaroni and cheese. Is it possible to screw up mac 'n' cheese? Yup!
We're still waiting on Nikki Metzgar's answer to our marriage proposal, which we hastily blurted out after she posted a recipe for Pie in the Sky's Bourbon Sweet Potato Pecan Pie Recipe. We'll let you know what she says.
Good news, everyone! The popular Hubcap Grill is opening up a new location, which will feature such perks as "room to sit down while you dine" and "actually being open when most people decide it's time to go eat". Savvy! Sadly, it's still cash-only for the time being, but look at that burger. So, so worth the trouble.
Hey, Robb, how are the oysters in Galveston doing? We hope they're well.
