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Madhatter Cafe - Serving Dallas' Tastiest Jabberwocky

From Thrillist:


Alice in Wonderland might be history's most influential children's book -- just take a listen to "White Rabbit" by Grace Slick, who's been making hatters look sane since 1965. Creating a wonderland of food to shove down your rabbit hole, Madhatter Café, soft-open Thursday.

The first indie venture from a trio of yeast-loving lifers, this "gourmet quick-serve" bakery-bistro serves Farmers' Market-sourced creations in a whimsical space bedecked with everything from Dali-esque, presumably backwards-running clocks to something also found on the WaPo editorial page -- a caricature-driven tea party sketch. The menu's "as vegetarian friendly as three carnivores could make” (about 25%), starting with breakfast items ranging from Pig and Pepper GIANT Kolaches (smoked sausage, roasted chiles, and cheese in a housemade croissant) to homemade sticky buns that're batter dipped, grilled, and topped w/ cinnamon butter and powdered sugar, or Bert's bones when he actually tried to fight. For lunch, try an UnBurger (ground turkey, bean sprouts, avocado, brie, A. Bauer’s mustard), a brisket-stuffed baked potato, or a Salvadoran-style tamale they say's "The Queen of Hearts' Favorite" -- that is unless you choose the pork filling over the seasonal vegetables.

They also offer loads of teas and coffee sourced from a personal-friend Laotian farmer, plus cookies, brownies, personal-sized creme brulees, cheesecake, and even wedding cakes -- careful though, 'cause once you go down that rabbit hole, your head will be cut off.

From LA to Big "D" - Lucky Strike Lanes

From Thrillist:

An LA sports franchise has come to DFW, and it's not the Rams, nor the Raiders! Meet Lucky Strike Lanes and Lounge: the upscale bowling alley chain that serves as a nationwide Lebowski Fest host, bringing N TX a ball-'n-pin experience bolstered by a 40ft island bar, a garage-doored upstairs patio beer garden, 30 hi-defs, and a suite with four private lanes, something Kelsey Grammer thought he had when he flipped his Viper. The chow goes well above-and-beyond, with apps like chicken confit turnovers, grilled cheese sliders w/ jalapeno aioli, and a grilled apple & brie quesadilla with mustard-maple dressing and bacon, putting you within six degrees of Cardiology Consultants of Texas. Furthering Lucky's "this is also a real restaurant" cred are mains like beef short ribs simmered in tomato au jus and served with Parmesan bread pudding, and a deconstructed chicken pot pie, definitely not what Judd Nelson's dad was telling his mom to shut up and go fix.

Because bowling without booze is idiocy, they're currently putting together a cocktail list, and have already set up taps ranging from international standbys Guinness and Bass to local faves like Rahr’s Blonde and Ugly Pug...oh, wait, that's Al Davis!

Luna's Restaurante in Big D's Brookhollow Neighborhood

From Thrillist:

Inviting you to sit down after 90 years

It's never too late to break with tradition: OU and Texas switched to the spread and won National Championships, and in 1981's S.O.B., Julie Andrews broke from nanny & nun roles and actually spread her legs. Just kidding, she flashed boob, but still, go Julie Andrews! Brilliantly breaking with nine decades of tradition, Luna’s Restaurante Brookhollow, soft-open Wednesday, grand opening Friday.

A primo restaurant supplier since its 1924 founding by Maria Luna, two current generations (Francisco Sr. and Jr.) are now set to serve family recipes & more in a cozily traditional space right next to the factory, complete with tiled doorways and murals by a local artist of the Luna crest and a mariachi band, the mari-Acho band being unavailable due to a schedule involving thousands of pushups. Keeping it in la familia are in-house takes on tablitas (thin cross-cut short ribs), various pollos (a la parilla, en mole, en fiambre), guiso de puerco con calabacitas, picadillo, and fish tacos, far less alarming than Widespread Panic tacos. Purely traditional mains include carne asada, tilapia a la Veracruza, steak Mexicano (prime-beef tips sautéed in ranchera sauce), chile rellenos, and tacos dorados; a la carte sees enchiladas as well as make-your-own tacos with all the aforementioned meats, plus pork chops with pico de gallo, because after a jug of wine, Ernest and Julio like to get spicy.

Luna’s is BYOB for now, but’ll soon have a selection of beers and ‘ritas, from which Fernando Sr. says he'll ply customers with a couple gratis samples -- the same boozy gift Julie must've received before she showed us just how alive her hills really were.

Katy Trail Ice House

From Thrillist:

Gardening is a pastime that can bring deep satisfaction to those who themselves could be mere minutes away from being planted. Assuming you're still more into suds than sunflowers, go beer gardening instead, at the Katy Trail Ice House, soft open now, grand opening April 4th.

A "collab" between Barley House & Mi Cocina investors and Banditos' owner/operators, the Ice House's admirably simple mission is to provide a place to "walk along the path and have a beer" (suck it, joggers). The sprawling, dog-friendly outdoors sports dozens of picnic tables and a couple of flatscreens, while the wood & corrugated steel inside -- accessed through three garage bays -- welcomes idlers with a majestic 30ft bar, six more TVs, oak-barrel tables, and Texas-ness including antlers, a neon Willie portrait, and signage for the Dallas Blackhawks -- the old minor league team, not the Chicago franchise the Stars have owned for a decade. What you'll be over-consuming:

Beers: 50 taps, concentrating on Texans like Rahr Bros., Franconia, Real Ale, Shiner, Pearl, 512, Live Oak, Independence, Thirsty Planet, St. Arnolds, Pearl, and Jester King, with out-of-staters repped by Breckenridge, Fat Tire, Guinness, Santa Fe, Sierra Nevada, Big Sky, and Boulevard -- obviously not of Broken Dreams, because hey, there's beer.

Booze: A literal TX-liquor uprising with Waco’s Baby Blue Whisky, San Leon’s Ralean Handmade Texas Rum, Texas Republic Blanco Tequila, and a slew of vodkas including Titos, Dripping Springs, Enchanted, Savvy, Famous, Hudson Ferus, De Los, and Deep Eddy Sweet Tea, not to be confused with Deep Eddy, Sweet Tee, a tender coming of age drama starring that guy who played at Tennessee after Peyton Manning.

While the focus is imbibing, Katy is offering simple eats like burgers, chicken sandwiches, tacos, chili, and nachos -- a defiantly unhealthy choice proclaiming that, when it comes to pushing up daisies, it's nacho time.

Dallas' Dragonfly Redux

From Thrillist:

Instilling a new attitude can mean bringing in an outsider, like when Helen Hunt came to Mel Gibson's ad agency to teach him about the opposite sex, even though they already said Mel's character was raised by Vegas showgirls -- clearly, what women want is not a movie that makes sense! Bringing in an ace to instill laid-back culinary attitude, Dragonfly.

Ditching ceiling-drape formality, Dragonfly's now going breezily funky with touches like a rain-shower of hanging Edison bulbs, neat rows of circular disturbing/alluring portraits of women, and a ferociously awesome boar skeleton; to overhaul the menu, they've brought in gourmet-comfort wizard Dan Landsberg from Fog City Diner and Tillman’s Roadhouse, also a great movie where Spencer Tillman tells Tim Brando "I used to **** guys like you in Norman". The mealing starts with Brisket Bacon Cheddar Sliders, Hoisin BBQ Baby Backs, and devil'd eggs w/ tobiko caviar or bacon; entrees cover a rotating "Comida" (the staff meal of the day), Maryland striped sea bass over mashed Yukons, and roasted pork tenderloin served on a bed of miso-poached pan-fried lo mein -- but not Lo Pan, as importing even a little from China can get you in big trouble. "Comfort Desserts" include the “After School Snack” (house Ho Ho, baked Twinkie, butterscotch pudding cup), the “Who Put Their Peanut Butter in MY Chocolate” (p-butter mousse stuffed in a chocolate bundt cake & covered in fudge sauce), and the exactly-what-it-sounds-like "Cereal Milk Ice Cream Cookie Sandwich" -- a Grrreat idea that would only turn Cuckoo if they used Kashi.


Booze has been upgraded thanks to one of only four machines in Dallas producing perfect spheres of less-melt-y ice, while holdover signatures run from Frank's Morning After (an Ardbeg-based Bloody) to S'mores After Dark, with various Godiva liqueurs, Pinnacle Whipped Cream Vodka, and a graham cracker-crust rim -- if that's what your woman wants, her showgirl career is probably doomed.

Dallas' Favorite Meat and Greet

From Thrillist:
Braza Dancante
A place for eating, more eating, and dancing

After an all-you-can-eat, the move's usually to go home, pass out, and blissfully dream about the kind of women you'd get with if only you could stop eating all you can. Inviting you to endlessly feast, then stay and party: Braza Dancante.
After years spent running Nizza Pizza joints, plus another year of permit hassles and construction delays, a Far North Dallas restaurateur has finally opened up this majestic hybrid combining a churrascaria's all-you-can-eat meat (and salad bar!) with the all-you-can-dance (or not dance!) of a music lounge. Walking through the huge double doors, you'll find a massive room centered around a lap pool-sized granite-topped bar lorded over by a wrought-iron chandelier whose resin adornments evoke giant bacon strips; beyond that, a quartet of two-story stained-glass panels (each depicting licking flames) adorn the east wall, while the north end features booths illuminated by color-changing mood lighting that also spills into a glassed-in wine cellar as big as your first apartment, with bottles starting at $32, and climbing up to a $1250 Chateau Margaux, plus other fine-stuff from Darouche and Murphy Goode -- also how a near-catatonic Al Davis described Louis before the 2009 draft. Four nights a week from 9p-2a, Braza will bump, with live bands on weekends (Top 40 covers, with lambada & more coming), and Wed/Thurs DJs playing country and Brazilian, but not Country Brazilian, because Rio cannot handle the unbridled sexuality of Kenny Chesney's naked arms.
Further separating Braza from the typical skewered-protein spot is a front patio boasting 20+ tables, its own full bar, and square footage about the equivalent of a high-school swimming pool -- if the women you're dreaming of hang at one of those, you can look forward to a life of less tempting buffets, and a fear of passing out lest the party turn out to be you.

No Bull! Dallas' New Rock Star The Matador Bar

From Thrillist:

The annals of rock are full of family affairs -- Angus and Malcolm Young form the backbone of AC/DC, and while the Hanson brothers don't actually have a backbone, they are definitely brothers. Although there are rumors about Isaac. For a Lower Greenville rock bar with a familial foundation, hit The Matador.
In the now mostly unrecognizable Eight Lounge space, the Matador's a non-divey den of very loud music run by an aspiring chef and his sister, a funeral director squeezed out of the business by bigger corporate operations -- which might or might not have happened on Six Feet Under, as only people who survived the Lili Taylor plague know for sure. Marking the place on the outside's a bullfighter mural complete with local nods (a tornado for Doublewide, a heart for Frankie 45); inside they've kept the tall padded black leather booths for now, but they painstakingly stripped the Styrofoam off the stainless steel-topped horseshoe bar to reveal glass bricks, then retrofitted the lounge seating with vintage leather couches, mid-century mod chairs, hanging wrought-iron-and-beveled-glass lanterns, and vintage velvet paintings of matadors and topless chicks (take the bull by the horny). With help from friend-partners, they're aiming to be a hang for local musos (album parties/DJ sets for DFW bands, etc.), with entertainment anchored by DJ Bad Holly wo-manning the mixer with classic rock, punk, and metal, plus every-other-Fri theme nights centered around '80s jams, soul, and "sleazy music": Crüe, T-Rex, and various other bands who need nothing but a good time, and whatever that stuff is that's stronger than penicillin.
Booze is more effective than fancy, with solid calls and premiums (Cazadores to Red Stag), beers from Bohemia to Lone Star, and, for wine, Cafe Madrid staple Sangre de Toro; they actually found two cases of Hpnotiq cleaning out the place, but aren't serving it, as guys who quaff that stuff tend to finish nights with a whole lot of rosy, and her five sisters.

Campisi's Vets Tossing Dough In Dallas Suburb

From Thrillist:
Leaving Egypt can be quite painful -- the Jews didn't even have enough time to let their bread rise, or find someone with a scalpel and a willingness to make Charlton Heston actually Jewish. Bolting the Egyptian to bring you explosively good pizza: Atomic Pie, open for delivery right now.
Armed with a cozy dine-in cafe, Atomic's a hyper-casual delivery 'n takeout shop started by a trio of Campisi’s vets with literally decades upon decades of experience at the institution as famed for its alleged "connections" as for its 'za (in other words, they are huge on LinkedIn). Their pies won't stray from what works, with super-thin crusts, cheese with a tasty hint of smoke, full-of-flavor traditional sauces that are "not afraid of oregano", and perfectly balanced classic toppings like pepperoni, mushrooms, sausage, chicken, pepperoncini, green & black olives, jalapenos, pineapple, anchovies, and both regular and uncured bacon (it's been 27 years, and Kevin's foot is still loose). They'll be serving spaghetti w/ meat sauce, lasagna, and a chicken parm w/ fettucini alfredo, but after that, things turn away from the Ital, with "White Castle style" sliders, traditional & Asian wings, braised beef w/ herb noodles, and a Flat Iron steak -- if you don't like your Iron flat, you can have Arnold, Franco Columbu, and Serge Nubret come pump it up for you, or just go with the sliders.
While delivery's up-and-running, Atomic will open their doors for carry-out and while-you-wait orders next week; as for alcohol, the plan's to go BYOB -- so you won't need much bread to go on a real Yul Brenner Bender.

Dallas' Asador

From Thrillist:

When you're starting fresh, it's best to overhaul everything -- otherwise NBA announcers would have to say things like "Your 2011 Miami Heat! Oh, and Yakhouba Diawara". Adding meat & heat to the Renaissance's $3 million renovation: Asador, open to the public Feb 28th.
As cavernous as the ballroom in The Shining, Asador's an open-kitchen, Brazilian walnut-floored, Latin-kissed bistro and tequileria, showcasing 100+ varieties in a floor-to-ceiling display, quaff-able at the concrete-topped bar or in the maple-walled "Library Lounge" (La Bibliotequila?). Accomplished with liberal use of deliciously primitive open-mesquite flames, the "farm-to-fire" menu starts with snacks like sticks of Tamarind Quail and Beef Fat French Fries before ramping up with two categories of mains: Market, featuring stuff like Winter Pear Salad (w/ Waco spicy pecans, local bleu cheese) and the Lamb Asador (roasted mutton sandwich on a grilled rustic roll); Large Plates include two chops, the Free Range Veal and the Niman Ranch Pork, with red pepper chutney and white corn grits -- whose quicker cooking time might mean Ralph Macchio is a murderer. To get you pleasantly destroyed, there's microbrew action (Dale's Pale, Rogue Dead Guy, Dogfish Midas Touch, 7 Texans...), plus the aforementioned agave spirits (from Sotol to 1921), served solo or in margs flavored with the likes of pineapple, pomegranate, and spicy elderflower, aka, what you hope will convince Orrin Hatch to have sex with you.
To help you get on The Biggest Loser, Asador's also doing desserts: Lone-Starry numbers running from Date & Pecan Coffee Cake to the Texas Pecan Caramel Bar -- though if you really want to go nuts, hand $12,000,000 to Jermaine O'Neal!

Red Dog Right Is Dallas' Newest Sports Bar

From Thrillist: Filling a sports-bar void

In today's NFL, a QB can't survive without mastering the audible, or in Peyton Manning's case, learning to use Tourette's Syndrome to his advantage. Seeking success through a last-second decision, Red Dog Right, opening Thursday.
Halfway through redeveloping the 114 Red Lobster into a Twin Peaks, Front Burner Restaurants called a service-industry audible when they realized Southlake didn't necessarily need an explosion of breastaurant cleavage; so instead they built out a next-level sports bar, packing in a comfy lounge, a studly bar topped with sheet metal and rimmed with tire tread, and 36 flatscreens affixed to booths and hanging from heavy wood beams, also an apt description of lightsabers built in shop class. Across two dozen 29-degree taps you'll find everything from Dale's Lil' Yella Pils & Harpoon IPA to locals Franconia, 512, and Rahr; on the hard-stuff front, soak up milkshakes spiked with vodka & tequila, plus cocktails like a Lynchburg Lemonade and the VeeV-fueled "Devil Wears Nada", confirming suspicions that Surf dealt with Satan to become Popular. Grub runs from mini-brats, to guac/refried-bean 7th Inning Dip, to an octet of wings (from "Pineapple Huli Huli" to the habanero-topped "Ring of Fire"), to the sourdough-bound Man vs. Sandwich: bacon, turkey, ham, roast beef, salami, provolone, Swiss, and colby-jack, also referred to as Cojack -- though after eating this monstrosity, no one will love you, baby.
There's also an arcade area stocked with Golden Tee and Power Putt, and an "MVP" section where loyal customers can use lockers to store valuables, a bottle of Macallan purchased through the bar, or... "36, 18, 30! Sally Buffalo! Orange! Purple! Chocolate Chocolate Chocolate!"

Luckie's Smokehouse in Big D

From Thrillist: Moving away from Walmart, and into your belly

The first rule of business is "location, location, location" -- and the second rule of business is "say things three times". Moving on up to a much better spot, Luckie's Smokehouse, opening this week.

Started by a blues musician who spent his formative years sampling Austin's BBQ scene, the original Luckie's was opened in the shopping grid anchored by the Cockerel Hill Rd Walmart, right by a Dollar Tree; since people shopping for Uni-Ball pens and the world's crappiest children's toys weren't biting, they closed after six months and relocated to the former gas station across from the Kessler Theater, replacing the pumps with a covered patio and filling the inside with comfy vinyl booths, warm lighting, and a lacquered wood bar. Despite the Cen-Tex roots, the fare takes its cue from Memphis pork, with pulled shoulder and giant ribs, plus beef (brisket & chopped) West Tennessee'd with the house's wet rub; you'll also find smoked birds (turkey and half & whole chickens) and sausage flavored with "just the right spice", so you needn't worry about your meal being Scary. Sides run from potato salad, baked beans, and slaw in apple-cider vinegar, to mac 'n cheese studded with bacon bits, creamed spinach, and a brisket-or-pork-toppable smoked spud, who loves kicking back on the couch and giggling at old episodes of Starsky and Wilmer-Hutchins.

Right now, they're serving a single light beer, but they plan on ramping up to a full bar and 10 taps, including Rahr and 512; they'll also host live music on the front porch, something not possible at the initial location. Something not possible at the initial location. Something not possible at the initial location.

Step up to this menu! No, really, it's delicious. Look at it.

SXSW Hotspot: Elevation Burger

A SXSW restaurant recommendation:

I love burgers and I am on a huge burger kick right now (and by right now I mean since birth).  Recently I did a burger crawl in Hollywood that I detailed at WannabeTVchef.com.  I also did a Crawl for Mobile which I posted HERE.  Well thanks to the guys at Elevation Burger I now have to carve out a little time to visit one of their locations in Florida or Texas (three in each state including Austin).  How about fast food that is actually good for you?  Perfect for SXSW foodies.  Check this out:


Dallas' Best Restaurant Closing?

From pegasusnews.com:


DALLAS — York Street, considered by many to be Dallas' best restaurant, will close on Saturday, confirmed chef-owner Sharon Hage, who said she plans to take some time off.

"I'm just taking a break," Hage said on Wednesday. "I’m closing after Saturday, and I have no plans for the immediate future. It's just a personal thing."

Hage, who took over the restaurant nearly 10 years ago, has been a pioneer in many contemporary culinary trends, including the use of fresh, local produce. She's been nominated many times for James Beard awards. Under her tenure, the restaurant has been named one of Gourmet Magazine's "Top 50 Restaurants" in the U.S. and received numerous four-star ratings and accolades.

The restaurant's closure will leave a significant gap in Dallas' dining scene.

Dallas Fire Claims Historic Restaurant Property

Sad news on Texas Independence Day


Dallas Fire-Rescue Trying to Save Terilli's Facade. And, a Facebook Page to Help.
By Robert Wilonsky of the Dallas Observer with photo by Jim Schutze.


 
I just spoke with council member Angela Hunt about the four-alarm fire in her district this morning. She spent the last hour where Terilli's, Greenville Bar & Grill, Mick's and Hurricane Grill stood till 5:30 a.m., and visited with Dallas Fire-Rescue officials and the restaurants' owners, and she reports back that Battalion 3 Chief Stuart Grant and his men are indeed attempting to "save the corner facades of the building -- Hurricane Bar and Terilli's." The back of the building, however, is lost.

"It's a horrible loss for Greenville and our neighborhoods, and my heart goes out to the business owners and employees who've lost their livelihood as a result of the fire," Hunt tells Unfair Park. "That property is such a part of Lower Greenville history. The can't save the backs of the building -- they're gone -- but they'll be doing demolition starting as soon as they're sure they've got everything. Of course, they have to make sure it's structurally sensible to save the facades, but that's what the chief indicated he wanted to do."