So besides this one review I did on a restaurant for French class, this is my first restaurant review. Can I get a "Woot!"?
OH! I forgot to mention- I live in Houston, TX. So basically all of the restaurants I review are going to be located in Houston, I do travel in-country pretty often, so I'll try to include some restaurants in other states when I can.
ANYWHO
On Saturday, I had a Tiny Boxwood's CRAVING (3614 West Alabama Street Houston, TX 77027-5906 (713) 622-4224), but when my mom and I got there, it was packed, and cold for Texas (read: it was 50 degrees and windy) so sitting outside was not an option. Not giving up easily on super yummy delicious food, my mom suggested we try out Haven, this new local-food-only restaurant (2502 Algerian Way Houston, TX, 77098 713-581-610). But alas, its not open for lunch. The hostess there suggested we check out Canopy in Montrose (http://www.canopyhouston.com/), so that's where we headed...
My first impression of Canopy was that it was a super hip, clean-lined, no nonsense joint on a mission to combine natural elements with modern eating. That impression was kind of shattered when an old couple in 80's style warm-up suits came into the restaurant bickering with eachother and sat down at the table next to us. My real first impression was that this restaurant was freaking BORING. The waiters looked bored, the decor looked bored, the menu looked bored, the music sounded bored.... You get the picture. The service was pretty slow even though there was hardly anyone there, and my mom and I were well.... bored quite frankly after we ordered. Only the brunch menu was available when we went, and there were slim pickins'...
I ordered on the safe side, a Canopy Burger with cheese, but for a little adventure I tried the garlic pickles that were on the side and even put arugula mayo on the burger! We're taking baby steps here....
Anyway, the burger itself came on a Challah bun, and was pretty good. That's all that it was though- a good burger. Not amazing, but pretty good. But the shoestring fries that came with it were excellent.
Bottom line-
Canopy is a good place to go if you're tired. Or if you're willing to settle for "pretty good" food. This place definitely isn't somewhere I'm super excited to go back to, but I'll keep it in my back pocket for when we're bored of all the usual places. Maybe the next time I go I'll be more adventurous and get the Sautéed Gulf Shrimp and Linguine....
Because I shouldn't fear food, and neither should you.
Martha
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Hello World
Hi Everyone!
Go read the about me section so I don't have to repeat myself in this here blog.
So I'm afraid of some foods for very good reasons.
The Shrimp Fear
Not irrational. I have perfectly acceptable reasons why I won't eat shrimp.
Reason number 1- The first time I EVER ate shrimp, I was in the south of France, where sea food is apparently super amazing, except I wouldn't really know because I'm not a sea food freak. Anyway, my grandmother (who is an amazing cook) was making some sort of shrimp dinner for the fam. Except she didn't go to the market and buy fresh shrimp from some nice old shriveled up french man who permanently smelled like fish, she went to the super market. Instead of buying mediocre shrimp from their sea food section, she went for the frozen Brazilian shrimp that look like severed gray thumbs, not shrimp. Ick. Then, back at the house in France, she ordered me and my cousin to peel said shrimp, which were slimy and smelled like they had been sitting at the bottom of the sea of poop for eternity. After squeezing them out of their shells and getting shiz-nasty shrimp ick all OVER my hands, I had to eat them. And I almost threw up. But little did I know, my cousin's babysitter had stolen one of the uncooked shrimp, wrapped it in toilet paper, and employed my sweet, mischievous little sister to put said shrimp in my pillow case. I guess she was feeling pretty spiteful that day... So I ended up sleeping on this raw, previously frozen Brazilian shrimp all night. My head, the pillow, the blankets, the sheets, and the mattress all smelled like shrimp when I woke up. It took 3 showers and almost a full bottle of shampoo to get the smell out of my hair.
Reason number 2- Then, the next year, while fishing, my sister hooked me in the back of the head with the shrimp we were using as bait while fishing.
Reason number 3- Then, that same summer, I decided to be brave and try cajun shrimp. It was so spicy my lips almost fell off.
So I'm not exactly excited to try shrimp ever again. But hey, that's what this blog is for! I'm going to conquer my fear, eat shrimp, and learn to love it.
So there.
Go read the about me section so I don't have to repeat myself in this here blog.
So I'm afraid of some foods for very good reasons.
The Shrimp Fear
Not irrational. I have perfectly acceptable reasons why I won't eat shrimp.
Reason number 1- The first time I EVER ate shrimp, I was in the south of France, where sea food is apparently super amazing, except I wouldn't really know because I'm not a sea food freak. Anyway, my grandmother (who is an amazing cook) was making some sort of shrimp dinner for the fam. Except she didn't go to the market and buy fresh shrimp from some nice old shriveled up french man who permanently smelled like fish, she went to the super market. Instead of buying mediocre shrimp from their sea food section, she went for the frozen Brazilian shrimp that look like severed gray thumbs, not shrimp. Ick. Then, back at the house in France, she ordered me and my cousin to peel said shrimp, which were slimy and smelled like they had been sitting at the bottom of the sea of poop for eternity. After squeezing them out of their shells and getting shiz-nasty shrimp ick all OVER my hands, I had to eat them. And I almost threw up. But little did I know, my cousin's babysitter had stolen one of the uncooked shrimp, wrapped it in toilet paper, and employed my sweet, mischievous little sister to put said shrimp in my pillow case. I guess she was feeling pretty spiteful that day... So I ended up sleeping on this raw, previously frozen Brazilian shrimp all night. My head, the pillow, the blankets, the sheets, and the mattress all smelled like shrimp when I woke up. It took 3 showers and almost a full bottle of shampoo to get the smell out of my hair.
Reason number 2- Then, the next year, while fishing, my sister hooked me in the back of the head with the shrimp we were using as bait while fishing.
Reason number 3- Then, that same summer, I decided to be brave and try cajun shrimp. It was so spicy my lips almost fell off.
So I'm not exactly excited to try shrimp ever again. But hey, that's what this blog is for! I'm going to conquer my fear, eat shrimp, and learn to love it.
So there.
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