Welcome back to the weekly roundup here at Eating Our Words, where our requests for extra food pellets in the machine in the employee break room have thus far been ignored by the Overlord. We started the week off right with a look at the world's sexiest wine, and uh... yeah. That just about set the tone for this Valentine's Day.
You know what, though, God bless a confident woman.
Evidently, that was sexier than this Greek wine, but whatever, my knowledge of wine consists of a single viewing of the film Sideways seven years ago.
One of our writers created a meal from leftovers in her pantry, and I have to say: she has way better stuff lying around in her pantry than I do. If I attempted that, it would look like... well, like that column I did for a year.
We touched on some of our seasonal candy favorites, and not unsurprisingly, some folks disagreed. My personal favorite: Valentine's Day Peeps. They're heart-shaped and infused with whatever chemical tastes faintly of strawberries. Yum. If that's not your thing, why not try some English food? It's really not as bad as they say. Not all of it. It couldn't possibly be.
Just in case you're planning ahead for next year's Valentine's Day, here are Houston's most romantic restaurants. Go easy on the desserts. It's hard to get romantic with a pound of dairy in your stomach.
Our food critic Katharine Shilcutt does not tolerate bad Tex-Mex in Houston. For a prime example of this, go read her utter reaming of Vida and sin no more. I promise, she's a sweet person and gives fair praise where praise is due. Just don't piss her off, that's all.
You can get some fine Vietnamese food at Nguyen Ngo 2: Ngo Harder. If sushi's more your thing you can try Katsuya, but you might have to put up with fashion models while you're there. Fashion models and their constant walk-offs and gasoline fights.
Would you eat at a place called "Heart Attack Grill?" I, personally, would not. That kind of humor sort of loses its luster when a loved one actually does suffer a heart attack due to poor diet and smoking. But hey, it's your funeral. Quite literally. Hope you've got plenty of pallbearers.
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You can get crawfish already, you guys. If that's not a sign of an early spring, nothing is. Also a sign of early spring: people want to walk around and enjoy the weather more, which is good for the city-sanctioned car theft known as Houston's towing industry. Don't even try to be careful, they'll get you one day. It's just a matter of time. City needs that ransom money, baby.
Have a nice weekend, and remember: any wild game you chase down and stab to death yourself is officially yours regardless of whose property it's on. Happy hunting!