Eater Houston: What's a typical shift like for one of the best, most baddest-ass female bartenders in the country? Eater Houston contributor Rachel Brill spends an evening with Yael Vengroff to find out, and quickly discovered that shaking drinks all night only looks like fun: "Yael finally relieved me from shaking," Brill writes, "because I am pretty sure I started to visibly show pain."
29-95: If you're unhappy with the service in a restaurant but there's an auto-grat on the bill, are you still responsible for paying that mandatory tip? That's the question a reader had this week for Whine & Dine at 29-95.
Chili Bob's Houston Eats: I never thought I'd live to see the day when Bruce covered something so decidedly un-ethnic and un-off-the-beaten-path as a food truck that sells peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. But that day has arrived, and I'm loving his write-up of the Monster PB&J truck.
Arbitrary Criticism: What do you write about a place when it's so mediocre as to inspire nothing more than a giant "meh"? If you're Catherine Martin, you make the write-up wonderfully funny and absurd anyway. "I really have nothing else to say about Lupe Tortilla except this: have you ever tried to park over there? I remember when all the restaurants off of 59 and Kirby were friends with each other," she writes. "They hung out on the weekends, they shared customers, they bought each other drinks at bars."
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Confessions from a Gluttonous Chinaman: Daniel visits the lunch buffet at Bombay Brasserie in Rice Village and is horrified -- HORRIFIED, I TELL YOU -- to find that the $14 spread does not include a single samosa. What kind of Indian buffet skimps on samosas? CLEARLY THE EVIL KIND.