Coming to a coffee table near you: Tex-Mex restaurant picks some of its wittiest, funniest signs for new tome.
The official state dish reached its apotheosis in the era of San Antonio’s Chili Queens.
The original Tex-Mex staple dates back further than most historians realize.
Our estimable advice columnist on saying “I do” to a potbellied pig, bidding farewell to supper, giving your regards to Texas, and complaining about cold tortillas.
New York takes on Tex-Mex.
Beset by high-end interior Mexican, mid-range fajita-and-’rita chains, budget taquerias, and taco trucks—and whatever Torchy’s is—Houston’s old-school Tex-Mex is fading away.
The cheese, yes. But don’t forget the chile.
Let us now praise the large bowl of cheese, so simple and yet so satisfying.
The "¡Ask a Mexican!" columnist and author of Taco USA: How Mexican Food Conquered America talks about Tex-Mex, Houston versus Dallas, and Ray's versus Henry's.
The Dish They are, simply put, an addiction. First, there’s the frequency with which we consume them, which, if we’re honest, is at least weekly. Then there’s their powerful nostalgia—of long Saturdays cooking with your welita, of Sunday lunches out with family, of Christmas Eve dinners. And finally there’s…