There’s much to applaud about the renovation of this Kirby Italian-food favorite (still operated by the Carrabba family rather than the chain): an expanded, open dining room and bar; lots of counter seating; great lighting; convenient garage parking across the street; and upbeat servers. But it’s the food that keeps us coming back: hefty veal marsala alongside pasta coated with tomatoes, basil, and garlic.
Sneakerheads—the subculture of rabid fans of limited edition athletic shoes—converged on Houston in November for the H-Town Sneaker Summit. Famous artists/rappers/etc design their own sneakers, released in small batches, and the shoes quickly become collectors items.
Several years ago, when Bill White was still the mayor of Houston, Toni Lawrence, an ebullient sixty-something former city councilwoman and current armchair historian, decided it was time to set right a historical wrong.
I was in my thirties when I learned that my grandmother had left me her engagement ring. The ring, from Tiffany circa 1929, is breathtaking: the art deco setting, anchored in a platinum band, holds a substantial emerald as deep in hue as an Irish hillside, flanked by two dazzling, emerald-cut diamonds. Though the stones hardly rival the Chiclet-size rocks I’ve seen on the hands of other Texas women, the effect is nevertheless striking.
Menger Bar, Menger Hotel, San Antonio
If anyone deserves a drink, it’s the traveler. Which is why the hotel bar is such an important amenity. It’s the place where, weary from her journey, a wandering soul marks the end of her drive/flight/walk from the office and toasts her impending vacation/sabbatical/happy hour. At a hotel bar anything can happen. You might wind up in conversation with someone you don’t know, someone from another town, another state, another world.
On a recent weekday morning, while reading on the lawn of Market Square Park (301 Milam, 713-223-2003)—a micro-oasis of red-brick paths and art installations on the northern end of downtown Houston—I took an informal tally of my fellow park dwellers: one 6-year-old ballerina-in-training led by her parents, two retirees with matching pedometers on their waistbands, two dog owners, three dogs, one bench sitter, a dozen office workers in line for breakfast gyr
Houston's original city center is benefiting from a renewed liveliness thanks to a rolling influx of bars and restaurants near Market Square Park, a community-minded micro-oasis that got its own face-lift in 2010. Though hardly the first, the current revival—which I've written about for the December 2013 issue—seems poised to stick.
The Astrodome's ship has all but sailed: Houston voters last week decided, by a margin of 53 to 47, not to turn it into a convention and events center. While there's still the chance that a private investor will attempt to redevelop the space, or that the city will hold another vote before the building's as-yet-unscheduled demolition, the fate of the building is probably decided, and it probably doesn't look good.
Still, if the Astrodome were to be redeveloped, what would that look like? The city has solicited proposals in the past, though none have progressed very far—and the fact that Harris County Sports and Convention Corporation Executive Director Willie Loston told KXAN that they range "from the sublime to the ridiculous" may be a part of why. So when Architect's Newspaper announced the winners of their Astrodome redevelopment proposal contest, we took note: maybe there's a good idea in that bunch?
"Good" might be too strong a way to put it for some, but "sublime to ridiculous" is still at play here. Feel free to take a look at their four winners and determine where they fit:
On this boulevard crowded with culinary stars, John Sheely’s restaurant shines. Among our celebratory bunch, superlatives flowed over the likes of black mussels in garlicky pomodoro served with grilled crusty bread and peppery arugula salad balanced with sweet pears, salty prosciutto, and lemon zest. The compliments kept coming for tender seared duck breast with decadent duck-and-liver sausage in Madeira jus and “best ever” lamb tenderloin with lemon-thyme jus.