4720 Washington Ave
Houston, TX 77007
Max's Wine Dive, here I go again with you and your deliciously greasy food. I just love the food here. On this occasion, several of the people that were in our group hadn't been here before so I did what a greedy hungry food lover would do. I had three different people order three different things I are my must haves. Max and cheese? Check. Southern fried chicken? Check. Fried Egg Sandwich? Check. And I got to have a little bit of everything as well as order something that I never tried for myself, which ended being some bison sliders. I'm so embarrassed of the person I become when it comes to food. Haha. It was a good night. I had two glasses of wine.
*food in order of appearance*
scallops
bison sliders
pot stickers
southern fried chicken
max and cheese
fried egg sandwich
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Restaurant: Max's Wine Dive
Monday, July 18, 2011
Musik Mundi: Avalanche City
Avalanche City
Album: Our New Life Above The Ground (2011)
Song: Love Love Love
It was late at night and I was making the drive back to Auckland after a day of ruckus in the New Zealand countryside. As I sat stiff and rigid behind the wheel, I drove the rental from the opposite side of the car and on the opposite side of the road. I was really, really ... tense. My traveling companions were going in and out of sleep. I kept thinking to myself, how in the world can these people be relaxed enough to actually fall asleep?!? My eyes were big and round and I kept finding myself holding my breath. The roads were constantly curving and oncoming cars would pass just inches away from me. At least that's how it felt since there was no dividing barrier. The speed limit felt a bit overly gernerous but I found out that 100 km/hr is only 60 mi/hr. I'm such a grandma driver! To make things even more nerve wracking, street lights are non-existent until you reach the Auckland city limits. Somewhere in the middle of all of this, I was able to relax for about four minutes. A song playing on the radio caught my attention. It also caught the attention of baby sistar who asked me if I knew the song. I didn't. But I wanted to know what it was called and who it was by. Good thing baby sistar was there cos she noted the lyrics and looked up the song when we finally got back to our home away from home. Saved me the trouble! This song is by no means the best song evar or anything, but it's just my taste. Folk-say! Hay! Hay! Hay! The best part is that the band members are from NEW ZEALAND! Since New Zealand has become my new favorite place that I have visited, it's a good ending to come back home with some new tunes from some Kiwis.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Trippin': Washington D.C.
While in D.C., I was trying to find some Korean food carts in downtown but wasn't very successful. Luckily, we were right next to Franklin Park and there was a nice line of food trucks ready and waiting for the lunch crowd. After looking at what all the trucks had to offer, miss flowerchild and i split up and each decided to each pick something that we wanted. I took the pizza truck called pi, as in the mathematical constant used to calculate the area of circles. I ordered the western addition which consisted of spinach, ricotta, feta, parmesan, mushrooms, white onions and minced garlic. I had to wait about 15 minutes in lightly drizzly rain but you know what? It was so WORTH IT! That was one of the best pizzas I have had. It was perfectly crunchy, I loved the crust and the pizza was nice and GARLICKY. So YUM. Flower child picked the caribbean food truck and got some jerk chicken and shrimp. She's a huge meat eater. Hers was okay. I loved the pizza.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Restaurant: Bootsie's Heritage Cafe
112 Commerce St.
Tomball, TX 77375
The latest trend in food preparation aside from the whole using local and seasonal ingredients is this whole searching for food act called foraging. You have kitchen folk going into the woods, forests, beach, meadows, fields and wherever else possible looking for anything edible and creating a menu with the items collected that day. Most of these odds and ends are everyday plant and living creatures that are right in front of us and free for the taking but most people overlook them as inedible because it's just not something we are used to. And to be honest, I'm not quite sure if I'm ready for it to become normal for me. I'm quite content with my simple taste buds. I do however, sometimes have the urge to be a little more adventurous about the food that I eat. As a frequent reader of blogs related to the Houston food scene, I had read about Chef Randy Rucker departure from the Rainbow Lodge to take over his mum's place, Bootsie's Heritage Cafe, over in Tomball. Why so far?!? I noted the take over even though I figured I would never drive out so far for food. Especially since it wasn't asian food. Then one afternoon, Buda sends me a text about having dinner at Bootsie's and that his friend was the pastry chef there. Okay dokay. Since when do I ever turn down a dinner invitation? So we make the long drive. The restaurant was in this old converted colonial/ranch style home. Inside, there are only maybe ten tables or so that are always occupied. We opted for the tasting menu. Chef Randy calls his foraged menu the Third Coast menu. Our very own gulf being the third coast. I'm not sure if could say I was thrilled with the food I had. Everything was just really interesting. And it wasn't just me who felt that way, it was all of us. I was hoping that the pastry chef guy would help me with the descriptions of all of the food since I can't remember but he never e-mailed me back. The dood is off to bigger and better things. He was a James Beard nominee in some category that I also can't remember. The desserts were probably the best of everything we had but I dunno, I still prefer the regular type of desserts. red velvet this, ice-cream that.
Little chive biscuits that we kept eating to fill our stomachs.
Some type of bird and something else.
Uni and shaved green apple.
Semi live shrimp that we ate head on and everything. The sauce looks like nuoc mam but it wasn't. It was like a light sweet syrup. I wished it were nuoc mam cos then the shrimp might have tasted better. It was pretty gross.
A play on a garden salad. The yolk was like a carrot gelee and the granola is supposed to be the soil.
Fifty degree something cooked eggs in mason jars. I think I prefer eating my eggs with bread and not by itself. There was also a dusting of tuna powder which made it kinda fishy. Not good.
Fried fish. We tore this up. I don't remember what type of fish.
House cured meats that we also kinda tore up.
Pickled items. I ate some of it and told big poppa that the onions weren't pickled but they were. He ate one and was not happy. He and wonder woman aren't both don't like pickled stuff. I don't either but i love onions.
Pasta with oyster drillers. Oyster drillers used to be discarded as inedible but the trend is now to keep 'em and include them in their cooking. They had this weird salty taste to them.
I forgot what type of meat were in these sausages.
Beef. I did not eat this of course.
Now for the dessert! Since he was buda's friend, he brought out some extra stuff. They were really pretty to look at!











































