Houstonist is at it again, we are rebelling hard against our very own New Year's Resolution to be healthier and perhaps a touch on the thinner side. We are going to turn into a cartoon tire spokesperson, but, hey, the sooner we hammer out a top ten list of burgers, the sooner we can, oh hell - move on to the fried chicken and chicken fried steaks. Who are we really kidding? We just have tiny, miniscule fits and starts of nutritional goodness, which are merely pawns in our chicken-fried game of food rationalization (admission is the first step, ya'll!). We found the break in the weather Saturday so invigorating that we hauled ourselves off to Lankford's for one of our beloved bacon cheeseburgers. As you can see by the photo, they make a dainty, almost delicate burger! We had to compact it with our little grubhooks before taking that first mind boggling bite. Oh yes, burger love has been elevated to a whole new level - burger lust. We have been paying the fine folks at Langford a visit for several years - so our burger lust is in full force and effect. In fact, we howled with outrage when the local news highlighted them - I mean really, now it's just more crowded! We do lust for the Lankford's - it's an itch that has to be immediately scratched, or we will just eat burgers all over town (you don't see right through our flimsy logic, do you?) in a brave attempt to quell the burger beast within.
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Barbecue Inn, located on W. Crosstimbers at Yale has been serving up home cooked diner fare since 1946. Houstonist had to pay them a visit, as we were told that the fried chicken was "to die". We're not just taking anyone's word on it - we have to find out for our ownselves (it's a sacrifice, but, one we are willing to make). While waiting for our table, we chatted up the hostess, who let us know that the barbecue is good, but, the fried chicken and seafood were the real show-stoppers. The official suggestion was "If you get the fried chicken, you just have to order about three fried shrimp with it. They are the best in town.", or something similar to that. No lie, those shrimp were way better than ALMOST as good as Houstonist Mama's, or so we would have her believe.
Yes, that is some fried chicken you see. Yes, as the name would have you believe - this is a Mexican Restaurant review. Befuddled? Then you are too new. Or, perhaps, you don't know your fried chicken quite as well as you would like to think you do (just saying, or we need to be corrected by you, our reader). Houstonist loves a challenge, so we gave ourself one - get skinny(er) and keep giving you some food reviews that are not restricted to rice cakes and miniscule frozen entrees. To prepare ourselves for this resolved healthier-ness, we decided to have a last go at some stellar fried chicken. After the pies, cookies, roasted beast and gravy, stuffing and bacon grease addled vegetables the holidays bring, we need to do some thinking about what actually makes it to our pie-hole (and then becomes the junk in our trunk). However, a treat at times is in order - and the fried chicken and frozen margaritas at Spanish Village are a hella treat. We made this pilgrimage about a year ago-ish and found our "tasty" chicken to be too salty and somewhat dry and over-cooked, so, not-so tasty. The memory of chickens past brought us back around for another try.
Sometimes nothing satisfies a hunger pain like a big helping of fried chicken and fixin’s. But not just any fried chicken. We wanted the kind that didn’t come off a conveyor belt; chicken that’s been soaked, seasoned and fried with love. Perhaps a place where Rockets players can be found after practice. Frenchy’s more than fit the bill. The original store on Scott Street almost always has a line of hungry patrons waiting to place...
Need to know just a little bit about something? Ask a dilettante. When/where is it ever appropriate/cool to wear a band's t-shirt? Obviously not to their concert, but should you be a certain distance away from where the band is known/popular? I would think the goal would be to evangelize to people who don't know they exist. Also, I have a Phil Collins concert T from the early 90's. How should I destroy it? --Mason...
Champagne and fried chicken? We’ll take two. The owners of The Tasting Room have brought us the much anticipated Max’s Wine Dive (4720 Washington Ave), opened just a few months ago at the new strip center on Shepherd and Washington. This hip urban joint is far from a dive, though the exposed brick walls, concrete floors and juke box might fool you. The Texas-size bar extends almost the entire length of the narrow restaurant, while...
Have we been remiss, or what? …Promising burger information – working diligently toward that end – only to be distracted by the holiday. We do apologize for the burger review delay. Houstonist was unpleasantly surprised by a recent trip to Jax Grill in Bellaire – shocked, actually. We got our bacon cheeseburger and rings – the ole usual. The burger was juicy but over-grilled upon arrival and cooled to downright dry meat with a...
Houstonist reminds you that we're diligently working to bring you the best information available should you love burgers — the sacrifices we make! To that end, we made our way to Pappas Burger for our usual bacon cheeseburger and onion rings (shown in the photo). Like many of our favorite joints, Pappas is a walk-up — and a crowded one. The waitstaff was extremely friendly, and management visited our table once we were seated...
Houstonist loves fried chicken and breakfast — but we've never really thought about combining the two, outside the occasional order of chicken and waffles at The Breakfast Klub. We suspect we're not alone, and apparently Chick-fil-A feels the same way: The company is rolling out an unusual set of new billboards to encourage people to have chicken for breakfast.
So, the Black Eyed Peas are coming to the Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion in The Woodlands in a week. In honor of Fergie and the other Pea divas, we decided to check their rider on Smoking Gun's Backstage Pass to see what they require.
