Houston's
Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 1:24 pm
I dined at Houston's last night with two business associates. Totally not my choice. I was comfortable enough with one of my dining companions to lobby for Bon Ton but due to the rain, the other party did not want to head downtown. (Colossal pain in the ass.)
We arrived about 7:30 and there was a wait. We hit the bar, and I was surprised to see a wide range of excellent wines by the glass. They had The Prisoner, which I had enjoyed the previous week at Iris, so I ordered a glass. I was pleased that rather than serve me the bottom of a god knows when opened bottle, the bar keep opened a fresh bottle for my pour. Huge kudos for not bending to the will of the corporate machine. As such, I grabbed the bar tab and tipped generously. My one compadre went with an Abita Amber and DC had what he declared a very excellent martini.
We had lots to discuss, so we weren't all that worried but the wait was a tad longer than promised. (Hostess said ten minutes but it was really like 30.) Regardless, it went unnoticed. As we were escorted to our seats, I realized the decor is very 1980s but it totally works. Dark with wodd paneling and lighted arches, the restaurant is a bit tough to navigate but it totally works for this location.
The waitress was appropriately grating, Both perky and obtrusive as well as ridiculously suggestive, "How about we start you off with some wood grilled artichokes?" Ummmm, about we are doing business here and sucking off artichoke leaves is a complete nonstarter. When we told her we were ready to order our meal, rather than an appetizer, she was totally thrown off her game and disappeared for 5 minutes.
I wasn't all that hungry and nothing on the menu looked all that appealing so I decided to go out on a limb and order the Thai Steak Salad. This was surprisingly good. The quality of beef used was quite high and there was abundant flavor from fresh mint, very fresh and ripe tomatoes and a great marinade on the beef. Overall, I was definitely somewhat shocked at how this dish worked.
DC #1 had the special redfish topped with crabmeat. He thoroughly enjoyed it as well. The idiot who wanted to come to Houston's, aka DC #2, ordered a f-ing cheeseburger. Are you kidding me? I hate dining with non-foodies. He proclaimed the burger the best he's ever eaten. Wow, what a gastronomic accomplishment to appease the palate of a man whom I am sure has subsisted on tv dinners and frozen pizza for the better part of the last decade.
The waitress brought our check without inquiiring as to whether we wanted dessert. The bill came to about $90, which seemed reasonablr as I suspect the corporate drones who run the place want you to load up on appetizers, desserts and sodas.
I'd go back however, there are just so many better options in this city. But if I lived in say Cleveland, I would submit my will to feeding the corporate machine and probably enjoy it.
We arrived about 7:30 and there was a wait. We hit the bar, and I was surprised to see a wide range of excellent wines by the glass. They had The Prisoner, which I had enjoyed the previous week at Iris, so I ordered a glass. I was pleased that rather than serve me the bottom of a god knows when opened bottle, the bar keep opened a fresh bottle for my pour. Huge kudos for not bending to the will of the corporate machine. As such, I grabbed the bar tab and tipped generously. My one compadre went with an Abita Amber and DC had what he declared a very excellent martini.
We had lots to discuss, so we weren't all that worried but the wait was a tad longer than promised. (Hostess said ten minutes but it was really like 30.) Regardless, it went unnoticed. As we were escorted to our seats, I realized the decor is very 1980s but it totally works. Dark with wodd paneling and lighted arches, the restaurant is a bit tough to navigate but it totally works for this location.
The waitress was appropriately grating, Both perky and obtrusive as well as ridiculously suggestive, "How about we start you off with some wood grilled artichokes?" Ummmm, about we are doing business here and sucking off artichoke leaves is a complete nonstarter. When we told her we were ready to order our meal, rather than an appetizer, she was totally thrown off her game and disappeared for 5 minutes.
I wasn't all that hungry and nothing on the menu looked all that appealing so I decided to go out on a limb and order the Thai Steak Salad. This was surprisingly good. The quality of beef used was quite high and there was abundant flavor from fresh mint, very fresh and ripe tomatoes and a great marinade on the beef. Overall, I was definitely somewhat shocked at how this dish worked.
DC #1 had the special redfish topped with crabmeat. He thoroughly enjoyed it as well. The idiot who wanted to come to Houston's, aka DC #2, ordered a f-ing cheeseburger. Are you kidding me? I hate dining with non-foodies. He proclaimed the burger the best he's ever eaten. Wow, what a gastronomic accomplishment to appease the palate of a man whom I am sure has subsisted on tv dinners and frozen pizza for the better part of the last decade.
The waitress brought our check without inquiiring as to whether we wanted dessert. The bill came to about $90, which seemed reasonablr as I suspect the corporate drones who run the place want you to load up on appetizers, desserts and sodas.
I'd go back however, there are just so many better options in this city. But if I lived in say Cleveland, I would submit my will to feeding the corporate machine and probably enjoy it.