Welcome back to the weekly roundup here at Eating Our Words, where we're foregoing the usual goofy-ass intro to skip straight to the big news: Robb Walsh is opening a Tex-Mex restaurant and Katharine Shilcutt is taking over as our chief food critic! This is fantastically good news. Walsh will be teaming up with Reef's Brian Caswell, and between them, they should be able to take Tex Mex to new levels. Those of you who read Katharine's work on the blog here don't need to be told why her appointment is good news. She's an amazing writer and sometimes makes TWiD kind of jealous of her talent. Best of luck to everybody involved, and never has it been needed less.
As if that weren't enough to get you all hot and bothered, we've had the spotlight on the five hottest lady chefs in Houston this week. Not to worry, ladies, you'll get your sausage party next week. Knowing this blog, quite possibly accompanied by actual sausage. Or frankfurters, whatever.
Are you one of those people who can't seem to put on any weight, no matter what you eat? We've got five ways for you to fix that. We've also got ten great places to check out the next time you're in Chinatown and you've got a spare moment to eat before you get back to tracking down and defeating David Lo Pan. We also put out the call for a local brewpub, so step up to the plate already, you ambitious brewmeisters. We've got some great local bars, sure, but none with that air of home-grown pretentiousness you get with your better brewpubs.
If you ever wondered which shitty lemon-flavored malt liquor is superior, wonder no more: we put two hard lemonades to the test, because the summer heat makes us do crazy things. Somewhat more gripping was our Battle Asian Supermarket, simply because fried octopus has way less of an aftertaste than most commercial hard lemonades. Although we would be willing to give Leninade a shot, if for no other reason than to defy the capitalist overlords who've forced us to drink American propaganda sodas for so long.
Ever had a $30 steak at a drive-thru? Now's your chance, you crazy son of a bitch. Oh, the stories you'll tell your grandchildren!
For those of you not keeping track, Robb Walsh is down to his 19th favorite Houston dish. The end is coming soon, folks. Still, we've got the restaurant to look forward to! Wonder if they need any chefs of the shameless variety...
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