Why I’m Always Captain Crankypants

It’s been rough going since I completely nixed fish from my dining out possibilities. Places I might have raved about a year ago have become big disappointments. I look over the majority of my posts, and it’s Bitch Fest 2007 in here.
Frankly, I feel kind of crappy about it. I hate being the person who [...]

Salt House Redux

So remember how I was all enamored of Salt House? Better meal than I expected, surprisingly good veggie option, yadda, yadda, yadda? Well, I take it back.
I took my dad there Sunday night—I figured it was a no-brainer. And while I still give them a huge points on service (and pickles, oh those delicious house-made [...]

Malacca: What happened?

You have to believe me when I tell you this: I don’t want to write another cranky review. My hand to God, I’ve been feeling bad about how much negativity I’ve been pouring on to these pages as of late. I’m actually a pretty positive person on the whole. Sarcastic, sure. But positive.
Well, kids, you’re [...]

TWO

Well, roll me in feathers and call me Icarus. It seems the Gods have punished me for my hubris.
I really, really, really wanted to have a great meal last night. I wanted to be able to write a glowing review, and feel all smug and self-satisfied with my bad, left-coast self.
Instead, I got the old [...]

The Strip Mall Cuisine of Dallas, Texas

Uh, yeah. So. Dallas.
Not my favorite city.
One strip mall blurred into the next, mile after mile, day after day. I tried making reservations at decently-reviewed restaurants I found online. Then we’d plug the cross streets into our navigational system, head towards the address full of hope, and drive up only to find the restaurant located [...]

Dallas!

(Cue the intro music. I can almost see J.R. and Sue Ellen…)
Big hair! Big cars! Big steaks!
Yep, I’m headed to big, big, big state o’ Texas next week for work. The question is, where to eat?  Think posh, not necessarily vegetarian. Any Dallas dining suggestions?

Greetings from Quarantine Level 7

It’s been a rough week here at A Few Reservations. On my recent trip to the East Coast, I managed to bring back a souvenir flu bug that knocked me on my ass. 102 degree fever, hacking cough, throat of fire, the works. I missed two full days of work, plus the entire weekend. Thanks [...]