Welcome back to the weekly roundup here at Eating Our Words, where our Tears For Fears-themed food truck Sowing the Seeds of Lunch isn't taking off nearly as well as we'd hoped. If we can't think up a better name, it may be time to go back to our original concept, Fleetwood Mac 'n' Cheese. You Will Never Break the Chain... of Flavor!™
Speaking of mac 'n' cheese, we started the week off right by taking an in-depth look at five of Houston's best. If anyone starts praising Kraft in these comments, I'll kill you all. I will not, however, have Velveeta disparaged.
Lord Almighty, but the off-menu burger at El Real could choke a horse. But that's kind of your own fault for giving your horse a burger, doofus. Corral that critter and chow down on Frank the Pretzel, courtesy of the mighty Eatsie Boys.
We finally got around to reviewing Sylvia's Enchilada Kitchen, and also stopped in to get re-acquainted with the new Mai's. Hopefully it's not so swanky in there that I'll feel out of place entering at three in the morning, drunk, in a Halloween costume. That happened one year. They were cool about it. I had the orange chicken.
We tried to narrow down the five best meals to have someone else prepare, which is ridiculous, because I don't think I've ever run into a situation where I wouldn't rather someone else be cooking. Even with these helpful tips, the whole thing just smacks of effort. I'm getting sleepy just thinking about it.
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Katharine Shilcutt described in great detail her voyage to New York City to watch the James Beard Awards, and we were shocked to learn, via several detail-oriented commenters, that Houston is not New York City. No shit! Well, we may not have any musical versions of Rob Schneider films playing in our theater district, but we're trying, dammit. Actually, we give a lot of respect to NYC, and ask only that when New Yorkers are visiting, they take a look at some of the greatness Houston has to offer. And we would also respectfully recommend shutting the fuck up about the Yankees.
Oh, we're only joshing with you, New Yorkers. Better the Yankees than the Red Sox! Wait, calm down, Bostonians: better the Red Sox than the Cubs! In fact, better a team full of Hitlers than the Cubs. Sorry, Chicagoans, we got nothin' for you. Have a great weekend anyway!