The Not-So-Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Part 2 Of Restaurant Week San Antonio 2011

Brio Tuscan Grill

Brio’s lunch gets the worst bite ALL around award. I sent the chopped salad back 3 times! Yep, I really did. On the menu it states: “Chopped Salad greens chopped with feta, tomato, olives, and red onion.” However, in reality this salad is iceburgh city drenched in an over-salted red wine dressing. It was so bad I didn’t even waste a minute taking a picture of it. The rest of the meal was not worth writing more about. The waiter, the executive chef, and the all-around experience was a big fat disappointment.  Luckily, I did have my beautiful baby boy, and a good friend to be with or I might still have been depressed from that meal..

Yep, I did save the best for last… Check back soon for the grande-finale of Restaurant Week, and see what place Defined Delicious…

* Note all opinions are my own, for more information please read my disclaimer page


San Antonio Restaurant Week 2011

This week I ventured into my first-ever Restaurant Week experience. Unfortunately, over all I was very disappointed. I spent a total of 5 days, mucho dollars, and got many more unpleasant bites than what I had hoped for (which was take-my-breath-away-delicious morsels).  I was so very upset by the lack of stellar performances that I almost gave up on my quest of trying 5 new eateries in 5 days. Thankfully I held the course through Hurricane Irene because, unbeknownst to me, I ended up saving the best San Antonio bite for last

Monday- Yardhouse

Tuesday- Max’s Wine Dive

Wednesday- Brio Tuscan Grill 

Thursday- Tre Trattoria (Alamo Heights)

Friday-Tost French Bistro

* Note: ALL below opinions are my own, I was NOT in any-way-shape-or-form bribed, catered to, or compensated for any of my meals.

Crabby Pants At The Yeardhouse, La Cantera

Worst crab cake sandwhich I have EVER had Award 

This sammy was a grease pit of deep fried goo, even my girl Paula Deen would have been ashmed to eat this. Not to mention the ranch salad it was served with; iceberg city with watered down ranch dressing.  To make matters worse it was full of canned corn and bagged cheese (tasted like wet cardboard). Yuckity yuck yuck yuck! I will NOT be returning to the Yardhouse even if it’s another 120 degree day and they have the only cold beer in town.

Happy Crabby At Max’s Wine Dive

Best Crab Tamale I have EVER tasted Award 

Thankfully, Tuesday’s lunch made up for the huge let down at the Yardhouse. Max’s Wine Dive served us up a fresh crab tamale. This morsel of delight consisted of  sweet corn, fresh crab, and a tomato relish that gave a hint of sweet to this savory masterpeice. Thankfully, this bad boy will be added to the Max’s menu soon!  Granted I’m a sucker for great service, but our upbeat waiter Eric and his love for the food he served gave us a tingly warm feeling. Word on the street is that Max’s has a great brunch and the best fried chicken in town.  I will surely be back but I will definitely avoid the cauliflower soup that was more pasty than savory and made this lunch good not great.

Check back soon to see part II of The Best and Worst Bites of Restaurant Week.

‘Foodie’ For Thoughts

Foodie /ˈfuːdi/ A lover of the edible and any and all things delicious, especially PB&J.

A few weeks ago I met an endearing older couple at my favorite Indian place in San Antonio, Indian Palace. They were attractive, smiley, outgoing, and I overheard they had been coming to this restaurant for 20 years. This peaked my already overly curious interest. I ever so impolitely asked them, “What are your other favorite restaurants in the area? ” They looked at me with wide eyes and bright shiny teeth and said proudly, ” Oh, we’re foodies!” The woman continued to explain, “We love so many foodie places.”  Then listed off the following” hot spots”… Golden Corral (a cafeteria style buffet), Church’s (AKA fast food chain known for fried chicken) and Rudy’s (questionable bbq). I was left perplexed and ready to barf due to mental images of brown rubbery meats. I asked myself the only question I could…”If they are “foodies” where does this leave me?” After my disappointment and failure to collect any further food gossip, my hubs and I had a philosophical discussion about what a “Foodie” really is. Update: we still have no clue? If you ask me the term “foodie” has been thrown around so much it’s like a dead muskrat on the side of a highway. I believe that ‘food enthusiasts’ are yearning deep in their food porn dreams to have some other term to describe themselves. So…What the heck do you call someone who loves food?  A fatty? I personally like the urban dictionary definitions of “Foodie,” especially this one: (with my edit)

“Food Snob”- “I’m a big foodie.”  “Non Food Snob” – “Really? I like food too, but I’m not a tool.”

To me a real “foodie” has a spaghetti sauce stained apron with a hair net and a bowl full of homemade pasta fagioli served up with an ice cream scooper!  Maybe add on an Italian accent and toothless grin.  I’m sure you could come up with a nice lil stereotype on your own. You know how Eskimos have at least 100 words for Snow, well, there must be at least as many for ‘foodies’ too, right? Let me see here, what would an Eskimo call a “foodie”? Probably something like “Ttaaakeeshema”  meaning hungry warrior with great big belly.” Hang on I’ll google it for ya, Eskimo words for food lover…sorry i got distracted by Husky dog names. In all seriousness, I want to explore some other options than the obvious. Mostly to put myself in my own category, you know have a little box to check in my food lovin’ brain. Here’s what my creative mind for the moment came up with…

Food enthusiast (a little snobby), Foodist (still in the snobby category), Food Lova Lova (Call me Mr. Boom Bastic.. Boom Boom), Food Aficionado (professory), Edible the Incredible (the superhero), Food Whisperer (we aint talkin’ dogs here), Hungry Harriett (opera singer), Foodundies ( or boxer briefs), Edimama (mother/food lover NOT soy bean), Moodie (mother seeking food on empty stomach), Food Fanatic (probably wears fanny pack and stone washed jeans), Food Thunder Warrior (flatus), Food Goddess (new age), Food Expert (dorky), Food Worshipper (desperate), Food Junkie (IV soy sauce), Gastrocurious (sciencey), Lover of the Edible. ( Jackpot!)

When cool people feel that ordinary folks (like muah) get ahold of their lingo the hipness instantly disappears. Come on people, can’t we all be happy hippies and hug broccoli trees together?  I hope I got your food Lova Lova wheels turnin’, I look forward to expanding my edible horizons, along with you, don’t be shy leave your foodundies at the door…stains and all! {smile}