933 Studewood St
Houston, TX 77008
Buddha e-mailed me about a month ago about trying out some restaurants for Houston Restaurant Week. So I took a look at what was on the list and what each place offered and almost didn't want to go and pay $35 per person for food that didn't make me salivate as I read the description of all the food. I'm telling ya! I'm not a foodie by any means what-so-ever! But what I do like to do is to go to nice restaurants and just sit there and enjoy the environment and scenery. If only it was ok to sit and order coffee and desserts at nice restaurants. I know you technically could, but as mean as some of you may think I am, I'm actually quite considerate and would never take up a servers table and possible big tip. So yeah. My oxy moronic self: I desire fine dining without the actual act of dining. I tell people all the time that I love watching people eat food that I would never eat. Like steak. It's weird. Unexplainable. And because I'm normally the picky one out of just about everyone I know, I was granted the duty of choosing the restaurant. Whenever I make dinner plans with friends, I usually get something along the lines of 'well, you decide since you're pickier'. AM I pickier? I think I'm quite the clever little girl. I've managed to trick everyone into letting me make all the decisions! So much power! Anyways. Using my 'I only eat chicken' technique, I was able to narrow it down to a couple of restaurants and from there, the first place I chose to try was The Glass Wall. I remember Mochi telling me she wanted to try it out so I made reservations for me, big poppa, Mochi and Buddha. The restaurant is located in the Heights, an area of Houston along with the Washington area that is steadily growing mainstream. The decor was very nice and relaxing and very New Yorky. Whatever that means. Haha! We were like five minutes late for our reservations but the hostess was very cool and seated us right away. I've read about some places (i.e. Textile) that will make you wait if you're late even though there are open tables. Enough with the freaking pompous act already peoples! We're in Houston. Not New York. And because I'm in one of my prolific writing moments, I'm totally going to go off topic and talk about how completely annoying it is that clubs make you wait in line even though it's not packed inside. I know the whole idea is to make it appear to passersby that this club is the happening place where everybody wants to be. But seriously. Give it up! It's not like we all already don't know what they're trying to do. I remember this one bouncer guy making big poppa and me wait. I gave a big huff, rolled my eyes and made some comment about how retarded his actions were. Soooooo. The bouncer guy made us wait even longer. Haha! Oh well. I don't care. I ended up having this eye-rolling fest as I stood their waiting and griping to big poppa. Now back to the present and on to the food at The Glass Wall. Not so great my friend. Everything that everyone had was just ok. Not great at all at The Glass Wall. We were discussing that perhaps the restaurant week menu did not represent the regular menu very well. Our friend Chia told us that she really liked her food when she went there and ordered off the regular menu. Maybe next time we'll go back there and do the same. Give it another try. Maybe. We had a really good server. Super nice and efficient. We stayed really late and were one of the few stragglers yet we didn't feel rushed at all.
Appetizers. Mochi and Buddha had the
petite maryland crab cake with horseradish aioli, carolina slaw and GW house chips.
Big poppa and I had the
field greens, fried goat cheese, tart tomato with vinaigrette dressing and olive oil fried bread. I love goat cheese and the way it was made for this salad was yums.
Entrees. Mochi had the
potato chip crusted chicken fried steak with ground andouille cream gravy, garlic/sour cream mashers and green beans.
Buddha had the
pork tenderloin with kahlua/pork belly beans, cornbread pudding and mustard cream. I forgot to take pictures when he got he his dish so you only get to what it looks like already half eaten.
Big poppa and I had the
tandoori ½ chicken decorated basmati rice, spicy broccolini and yogurt raita. My chicken was quite dry so I didn't end up eating the whole thing. Big poppa said his was ok and finished his. The yogurt raita was bleh. The basmati rice was ok. I've had much better basmati rice like from actual Indian restaurants. The best part of the dish was the broccolini.
Desserts. Big poppa and Buddha had the
strawberries with grand marnier sauce, warm biscuit and doubled cream.
Mochi and I had the
raspberry/white chocolate bread pudding with brown butter sauce and whipped cream. The bread pudding is a hundred times better at ruggles. This one tasted really bready, nothing like the smooth texture you get with the bread at ruggles.
