For forty years, Allie Beth Allman has ruled the glittering world of luxury real estate in Dallas. Then came a flood of coastal money, a technological revolution, a rift with a longtime partner, and the inexorable toll of time.
I had never thought about my identity as both a Jew and a Texan until my grandparents told me their stories about growing up in South Dallas in the forties.
Mother Jones writer Josh Harkinson traveled to 75205 and found it to be remarkably similar to Berkeley, CA.
Dallas’s ritzy Park Cities is the sort of place where Jerry Jones Jr. can buy a four-story castle with twelve bathrooms and a nine-car underground garage for a reported $8.7 million and some people regard it as a steal. Welcome to the fabulous world of Erin Mathews, the very discreet
Why would anybody take a charming place like Highland Park, tear down the nice old homes, build new fortresses, gradually drain the neighborly spirit, and call that progress? Don’t ask me. I don’t get it either.
Until I house-sat there last year, I thought I knew rarefied Highland Park. To my surprise, it was much more fragile and defensive than it had seemed.
ALL SO OLD-WORLD, the menu is a sort of compendium of the Mediterranean’s greatest hits. Even a standby like Shrimp Scampi, sauteed in a tangy garlic lemon butter sauce, comes off with flair. The delicate phyllo basket stuffed with steamed spinach, mushrooms, crab, and shrimp on a bed of tomato
Welcome to Highland Park, a small town right in the middle of Dallas where the living is easy and time stands still.
Splendor in the suburbs.
