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I swear I actually had
a dream about Houston's artichoke dip. It's an odd thing for a grown
adult to dream about, but the stuff is so sickeningly good (and fattening)
that I was severely upset when I woke to realize that in fact I was
chewing on my duvet rather than the luscious creaminess of cheese
and artichoke and fat and, well, fat on a chip. Their burgers are
also very good and actually cooked medium rare when you ask for it
that way. The restaurant is in a non-descript area in a non-descript
office building, but has somehow been found by every young professional
between the age of thirty and forty in the area. It's really quite
a scene under those pinpoint halogens. The bar is swarming with fresh
meat (and some not so fresh) of the human kind waiting for their tables
and waiting for Mr. Right. The joint is large and set on a couple
different levels to give it some intrigue, and is lit sort of like
an old school nightclub, with pools of light here and there. We saw
a very scary Christina Aguilera there, which must make this place
kinda cool, right? Okay, maybe not, but it certainly puts everything
in the right place, feeds you well and cares about the atmosphere.
Wow, you'd think I was actually praising a chain restaurant. Maybe
it's a sign of Mr. Hipster softening with age, but more likely the
sign of a happy stomach. [MF]
Other Locations:
Houston's
- Park Avenue
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