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
Go ahead—thing big!
State Secrets|
July 31, 1985
Every phone a pay phone; look out, Clinton Manges; the GOP donnybrook; party realignment in San Antonio.
Though he fought against bad management, bad coaching, and bad habits, he finally struck out at baseball, the victim of too much too soon.
Roar of the Crowd|
July 31, 1985
Taking the plunge; defending Diana; grading the tests; reforming the system.
Hungry ants in the Panhandle; cocky dispatchers in Dallas; tiny trees near San Antonio.
Forget about waltzing across Texas. Let’s two-step instead.
Post-Modern Times|
July 31, 1985
Triathletes converge upon Lake Lavon to compete in the sport of the eighties.
Prizzi’s Honor is a macabre satire of the two-career marriage; Cocoon can’t burst free of its nice-guy limitations; Pale Rider recycles all the wrong western riffs; St. Elmo’s Fire should have been doused from the start.
Houston police chief Lee Brown is doing things right; crime is down, public approval is up.
Classical Music|
July 31, 1985
Sometimes the opera is over before the fat lady sings. Consider the successful debut of sixteen brief and eclectic works commissioned by the Texas Opera Theater.
A new recruit to the ranks of Mary Kay beauty consultants struggles valiantly to do his part in reaching the woman of the eighties and keeping the company in the pink.
Behind the Lines|
July 31, 1985
Labor’s nuke.
Back Roads|
July 31, 1985
Through his small, simply produced literary magazine, poet David Yates made his mark—both in Texas and beyond. Peter Applebome
One man’s whim-turned-obsession is changing Houston’s McKee Street Bridge and its faded environs into one of the few really original artistic images of the city.
It’s the best nickname you could have, even if you’ve never been to Texas.
The small-town orchestra has it all: performers who love the music passionately, audiences who lend their wholehearted support, and even occasional moments when all the instruments are playing the right note.
A photographic study on beating the heat.
Recipe From Kim Son, Houston1 lb. boneless, skinless chicken breast 2 heaping tablespoons brown sugar 2 tablespoons soy sauce 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder honey to taste 1 package rice vermicelli noodles garnish of mung bean sprouts, shredded green lettuce, chopped fresh mint, peeled and seeded, chopped cucumber 2 tablespoons chopped
HANKERING FOR HONEY-ROASTED PIGEON? How about Vietnamese fajitas? With offerings ranging from the frighteningly authentic to the infinitely accessible, Kim Son has paced the Vietnamese food explosion in Houston. Owned and managed by war refugees Tri M. La and family, Kim Son has grown from a hole in a graffitied
Trying to get a sick word processor fixed is enough to make us think twice about the technological revolution.
The stars (and stripes) at night are big and bright.
State Secrets|
June 30, 1985
Singing the blues at the Fort Worth Opera; reversing the Texas Supreme Court; computing the damage at TI; cooking with gas at FERC.
Roar of the Crowd|
June 30, 1985
Having fun with Shaggy; just being neighborly; debating the problems of the prisons.
Points of view
Post-Modern Times|
June 30, 1985
Sitcom City on Channel 27
The Shooting Party hits the bull’s-eye; Rambo: First Blood Part II makes Viet Nam the Club Med of mass death; A View to a Kill should have considered suicide.
We just rate them. You voted for them.
As an heir to the Dallas Morning News, Robert Decherd has vindicated his father’s name, waged and won a newspaper war, and emerged as the new leader of the Dealey dynasty.
Fatherhood|
June 30, 1985
When the time comes for the last child in the family to relinquish her tattered baby blanket, she’s not the only one who’s a little shaky about it.
Street barricading in Dallas.
That may sound easy, but the combined constraints of the marketplace and the refrigerator’s contents make it a neat trick to put a satisfying meal on the table.
Behind the Lines|
June 30, 1985
The dreamiest of the practical decisions.
Back Roads|
June 30, 1985
Cloud seeding in the Hill Country.
The Kimbell’s exhibit of seventeenth-century Spanish still lifes is dazzling enough to cause a modern photo-realist to look again.
When five-year-old Christi Meeks disappeared and the police couldn’t find her, her father turned to Bill Dear, one of the most controversial private detectives in Texas.
My quest for this magnificent silver fish drew me to a lonely stretch of the Texas coast night and day, summer and fall, over and over again.
When the summer heat starts to get to you, cool your heels by plunging into an icy green swimming hole.
Recipe from chef Luigi, Nero’s Italian, DallasA double breast of chicken stuffed with sun-dried tomatoes, fresh goat cheese and spinach, in a fresh roasted garlic cream sauce.6 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, split 1/4 lb. goat cheese 1/4 lb. sun-dried tomatoes 2 eggs, lightly beaten 1/2 lb. fresh spinach 1/2 lb.
DESPITE ITS LOCATION on Dallas’ trendy restaurant row, Nero’s has a tucked-in feel reminiscent of the kind of cozy Italian place one might find downtown in New York City or scattered throughout Boston’s North End. Dark and atmospheric inside, strings of tiny white tea lights hang haphazardly from the vintage
Aids de camp.
State Secrets|
May 31, 1985
Can Ross Perot get the Indians to sell out Manhattan again? Why Kent Hance may not run; roll out the pork barrel; shoot down that trial balloon.
Roar of the Crowd|
May 31, 1985
Topping it off; pickin’ on T. Boone; traveling the byways; finding relief.
Austin’s infamous Iguana; Lucas’ latest story; San Antonio’s dedicated Dodgers; Tascosa’s secretive spirits.
Every day the citizens of Cameron rise and shine to the radio antics of Eugene “Unk” Smitherman and his creation, a lovable rube named Silas Strausberger.
When in Rome…
Heartbreakers has a drowsy punch, but it still stings; 1918 deposits us in nostalgia; My First Wife is all psychodrama, no wit; Sylvia is refined, reserved—and despairing.
Jazz singers defy definition. They may scat, or they may not; they may be veterans or newcomers; they may decline the label of jazz singer. But their music always gives them away.
The six freshman Republican congressmen from Texas are young, angry, and energetic. The only question is, can they be effective too?