8.31.2012

Dallas, Texas

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Wild Bill's Western / Record Grill / The Old Red Museum / La Marketa Cafe at Dallas Farmers Market

Every year, my work sends me to Dallas for a week, to attend a trade show and participate in other non-interesting yada yada. Until this year, I hadn't ventured out into the city much, so I put forth extra effort in sleuthing out some food that did not consist of chicken-fried things. My dinner quests lead me to few neat places, and in between work and these nightly walks through town, I was able to squeeze in a few mini adventures, most of which included crappy beer, confused taxi cab drivers, and laughing flushed-faced coworkers.

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Words to live by. / The BEST barbecued pulled pork. / Hot Mess! 

We embarked on a Texas barbequest, which brought us to Pecan Lodge at the Dallas Farmers Market. So good, we went back the next day and bought 15 brisket sandwiches for our crew. My favorites were the smokey pulled pork and the Hot Mess, a giant caramelized sweet potato, topped with barbacoa, bacon, cheese, green onions, and chipotle cream. 

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Rooftop pool. / Left the light on. / Hotel room view. / There's a TV in my bathroom mirror! Fancy. 

Lucky me got to stay in the brand new Omni Hotel downtown. I stepped into the future (no, just my hotel room), where one can watch Divorce Court on the toilet, thanks to the flatscreen tv installed inside the bathroom mirror. (America!) I'm not gonna lie, I did exactly that on more than one occasion. There were also many nights spent at the rooftop pool, where I drank red wine from plastic cups with a group of gossipy jersey girls, randomly declaring, "Oh. No. He. Didn't." (It was the Divorce Court talking.) In the mornings, I startled the pony-tailed hotel gym-goers with my Nike Training Club workouts. I guess it's not every day that they see a giant pink-faced woman doing broad jump drop squats from one side of the gym to the other. 

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Deviled eggs from Texas Spice. 

I'm not usually so keen on devilled eggs, but these guys from Texas Spice were pretty incredible. There was a pickled beet egg with bleu cheese and candied bacon and a classic egg with smoked salmon and caviar. What! 

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Yellow beer, yellow cheese. / A firework. 

My good eating streak kinda fell flat at the Rangers game (duh), where I mindlessly indulged in bottomless ballpark nachos, peanuts, and beer. Crappy beer, remember? Gosh, how spoiled we are in the Midwest, where even the gas stations carry a local microbrew or two. I actually like Bud Light Lime, though.  Shh.

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