It’s been said that in recent times, especially during our current economy, the food industry will try to capitalize on any gimmick to draw in the crowds. In order to bolster consumer spending in this area, the industry has been shifting their focus on venues designed to lift sagging consumer confidence by pairing spirits with appealing table-side visuals. Enter the “breast-aurant”. Once upon a time, the field was dominated by only one or two chains and a few local hangouts, Hooters being foremost in this category. Now the pool has considerably grown, especially in the DFW area, with the likes of Twin Peaks and Bone Daddy’s. Redneck Heaven joins the fray, featuring food, booze and games, served up by the requisite scantily-clad waitresses. Redneck Heaven recycles the old concept that bikes, babes and booze go well together, and gambles on this idea by positioning their restaurant in a family-friendly middle-class suburban location.
I must admit a bit of surprise when I first entered Redneck Heaven…I expected the pool tables and a boisterous bar atmosphere. What I didn’t expect was the barely-legal waitstaff, prancing around in skimpy attire, and at least one family with 4 children, lunching here. But I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised…the bar’s exterior vaguely gave off that “M for Mature” vibe. Or is that M for Mischief?
But my fiance and I were here for the food, and in particular, we came for the burgers. I am pleased to report that Redneck served up decent cooked-to-order burgers; no fancy sauces or exotic preparations here. They have a limited collection of condiments, since their burgers come sans dressings: ketchup and mustard, and if you ask nicely, they’ll bring out packets of mayonnaise. My burger was a grilled, medium-rare, hand-formed patty…I requested the bleu cheese burger with no pickles, extra onions and a cup of their broccoli cheese soup. The thick cheesy soup may have been overkill after our appetizer of chili cheese fries liberally garnished with jalapenos, which I’m happy to say tasted fine. The chili seemed to have been a house-made variety, with a good balance of ground beef and beans. A word about the beef–Redneck Heaven likes mentioning that they serve Nolan Ryan beef…and for a local eatery, I have to give them a thumbs-up for partnering with a home-grown legend.
Because the food seemed rendered capably, my dining companion and I both agreed that Redneck’s kitchen deserves a second chance despite the fact that this really wasn’t our type of venue. For those lonely male diners however, Redneck’s is sure to please. But guys, be sure to know your limits or you might just turn off that pretty waitress you’re trying to impress…the house special drink called Minnow Bomb does feature a live fish, and you might end up in the parking lot, hurling up said sushi and whatever meal that preceded it. Don’t say they didn’t warn ya–it’s on the menu.
The fiance and I ventured into J macklin’s after scoping out the local options for some good food in what we hoped were comfortable surroundings. When we walked into J macklin’s, it looked like we had scored. The only issue: we felt dirty and under-dressed for the place.
J macklin felt a touch upscale, though there were no white tablecloths in evidence. This neighborhood eatery might be the place to host a celebratory dinner without having to venture to the big city for some high-end grub. It seemed cozy and casual enough for a date as well.
The menu prices reflected the ambitions of the restaurant: upcharging for upscale renditions of familiar food. Not too many appetizers under $5; for the $10 price point you will find burgers and sandwiches, $12-15 for salads, and higher, you get some steaks and seafood. Was the food worth the price?
I was underwhelmed by the pulled pork sliders, finding them dry and bland. I found the sweet pickle spear that topped the sliders mighty tasty however…and I don’t generally like pickles. Since I felt like having a burger, I also ordered some sweet potato fries; both the fiance and I found them yummy, but not as memorable as the crinkle cuts at Jake’s.
The fiance ordered a barbecue brisket sandwich while I ordered a mushroom swiss, medium rare. Again, as with the sliders, I felt the brisket sandwich lacked moisture and zing…perhaps it was the unremarkable barbecue sauce that dressed it. The potato salad had a touch more bite to it, buttery potato chunks gently draped in a light mayo-mustard concoction. Could this be a signature of J macklin’s–uncomplicated and unpretentious flavors?
My mushroom-swiss burger came on what appeared to be a house-made bun, dripping with melted cheese and beef juices–and perfectly medium-rare as ordered. I was delighted by the basil mayo dressing and ordered more. I was also pleased by their house salad–not an iceberg lettuce salad, but with romaine and field greens. The shallot vinaigrette tasted honey sweet, but left me wanting for a real shallot taste.
The dining space was intimate, not too loud on our Sunday afternoon visit. The waitstaff was attentive and quick to check up on things. Based on our overall experience, I’d like to revisit J macklin’s and give the serious grub a try.
Burgers are in the sign, and burgers we found aplenty on Red Robin’s menu. However, I’m not certain that the burgers lived up to the $10 price tag or the “gourmet” billing. I found them satisfying enough…and the bottomless steak fries deter even the most hearty appetites from exploring more of the menu. My party of three started off with a tower of onion rings, which were pleasantly crunchy but had very little of the oniony zing that I looked for. The menu paired the rings with a spicy, tangy Campfire sauce and the typical ranch dressing, which ensured that the rings were consumed quickly.
On to the main course. Our host assured us that everything on the menu could be customized to our liking. My friend was eyeballing their sliders, but wanted “burger” sliders instead of the steak sliders advertised. Though our eager waitperson professed that the sliders could be prepared the way she wanted, my friend’s meal did not arrive as a requested. Two out of the three sliders were summarily consigned to a doggie bag.
For my lunch, I ordered the Bleu Cheese burger, with red onions subbing for the onion straws. Once I finally eliminated all the pesky steak fries on my plate, I attacked the burger and found it to my liking. My fiance played it safe and ordered the house Bacon Cheeseburger and also had no complaints.
Red Robin designed many wildly-creative names for some of their signature drinks. Had I not ordered a soda, I would have loved to have tried their smoothies or milkshakes. Alas, the steep pricing might be a deterrent to future visits–I feel my calories would be better spent at Snuffer’s or Jake’s for half Red Robin’s asking price.
I have glimpsed true Philly cheesesteak greatness in the DFW area, and its staunchest purveyor is Fred’s Downtown Philly. Before Fred’s, pretenders paraded before me, claiming they knew how to serve up a good cheesesteak, but I learned to my dismay of my foolishness. I knew nothing about what a real Philly cheesesteak should taste like, and Fred’s has opened my eyes. Great calorie-glopping loads of grilled steak and onions, cheese whiz (or a cheese of your choice), cradled by a soft warm bun–I have not been disappointed in the two visits I paid Fred’s. Both their Plano and Allen locations have shown me the light, and I will proclaim Fred’s magnificence to any who would listen. Run, don’t walk, to this altar of Philly cheesesteak goodness.
And for those of you craving authentic Philly fare, make sure to add TastyKakes to with your meal. You will be hard-pressed to find these anywhere in Texas–in the deep South!
We missed the lunch buffet at this place, but I was craving some kabobs so the fiance and I hunkered down for an early dinner. For starters we tried their pita bread and baba ghanoush which I found very tasty–loved the lemony-garlic zing it added to the light, nigh-crispy bread that came out. The pita turned out even more delicious as we polished it off and requested a refill. I then ordered the lamb kabobs and sweet cheeks ordered the Mediterranean burger. (We found it intriguing that the outside canopy advertised burgers at this Persian grill…so we figured it was worth a try.) The lamb kabob came out juicy and flavorful, though some pieces turned out medium well versus medium rare. Still it paired up nicely with buttered rice, topped with a little bit of saffron. The fiance’s burger came out on a beautiful golden bun, topped with feta, roasted peppers and mushrooms. While the meat patty wouldn’t win any thickness awards, the entire burger was memorably good–so good that we wondered if we found a worthy challenger to rival the big name burger joints we visited lately. Saturday dining service came slowly here; our waitstaff were in no hurry to deliver our food and drinks too early, though when the food did eventually arrive, the pace quickened. We spent our time enjoying the decor however; Shandiz had some pretty blue tile, a serene water feature, and tasteful Mideast-influenced art on the high walls. The only thing that detracted were the large TV flat panels on 2 sides of the room, but the sound was thankfully low and unobtrusive. Because of this, we’re eager to revisit Shandiz and check out their buffet. However, if you miss the all-you-can-eat option, their short menu won’t be too challenging, offering the diner some sure bets.
No matter how many times I visit Mimi’s (usually dragged by third parties), I cannot bring myself to like their food. Sure, Mimi’s has pretty digs, a very cozy atmosphere, but the food is SUPER bland to the point that I wonder if consuming cardboard or sawdust would go down better. The only standout here are their baked goods, usually their bread basket featuring their freshest muffins and bread of the day. I am utterly convinced that only diners who are used to a liquid diet or have lost all sense of taste patronize Mimi’s…because it seems their menu of “safe” comfort food will neither shock or awe any delicate palates. Health-conscious eaters will flock to Mimi’s to pay for the overpriced fruit and salad options on their menu, but as for the rest of the home-cooked menu, one would do better crafting these dishes at home.
There are many reasons for eating at Snuffer’s and very few reasons not to. What recommends this place is their menu of reliable bar food: their burgers are meaty and juicy, and prepped the way you order them. Their loaded cheddar fries are gut-bustingly delicious…the best I’ve had in town. The downside of Snuffer’s is that it IS a bar, so if you dislike that atmosphere, best to steer clear. However, Snuffer’s knows that their food is well-received, and at this Addison location, they can seat you as far away from the alcohol as possible, patio seating is possible. This particular location is frequented by bar hoppers, sports watchers, and families alike, so it tends to be crowded and noisy especially on weekends. What not to order here: onion fries. We sent our plate of cakey, flavorless onion straws back to the kitchen with our apologies. Of all our burger adventures, Snuffer’s has proven to be the best.
Mooyah really doesn’t have much going for it, except the cute name and the family-friendly setup. Burgers here were just average fare…overpriced for unimpressive thin patties. Shakes were barely memorable. The only standout was their in-house cut fries…and I admit those were tasty. If you’re looking for a “kid-safe” environment, Mooyah would suffice…but those quarter-pound burgers are probably too much for the little ones. Good thing they have grilled cheese and hot dogs on the menu. Gourmet burgers Mooyah serves not…mooove on!
Every dining adventure involves the risk of failure, turning hungry appetites into disappointing encounters. Such was my visit to Dimassi’s, a newly opened Mediterranean buffet in Far North Dallas. The buffet line was piled high with food for a 5pm dinner, and the dining room was conspicuously vacant, save for a couple of patrons…a bad sign for a weekend evening. An axiom about buffets: the more food left sitting out, the worse the food tastes. And so it was with Dimassi’s: rock-hard cold pita bread, overly dried chicken kabobs, soggy fried cauliflower and countless of other tasteless offerings (their rice pudding was so heavy with rosewater that it was nigh inedible). There was no turnover on the buffet line the entire time I was there…and why would there be, when the food was so horribly neglected in their chafing trays? I wondered if the evening crowd would be treated to the same repast as my dining companion and me. The only bright notes on their buffet were their garlic sauce and baba ghanoosh, an unidentifiable rice dish with boned chicken and pine nuts, and their passable baklava. Thankfully the price of the buffet was under $12 a person…we made sure that we left no tip for the non-existent customer service. An okay place for filler, bad place for authentic Mediterranean food.
