December 18th, 2009
In 6 Words: Chandeliers, Garlic, Chimichuri, Open-Air, Benched, Beer
Very few things get me motivated to leave my bed before noon on the weekend like the promise of football. Not that I would be willing to play football during my free time, but I gladly sit in front of the television for several hours watching and pretending that I could do as good a job (if not better) running, juking, catching and throwing on the gridiron. On any given Saturday or Sunday, I’m a master tactician, coach, motivator and clock manager, whether I’m in my overstuffed armchair at home or sitting at the bar with my buddies.
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— Paul
September 29th, 2009
In 6 Words: Spam-Wow, Benediction, Southern, Chickwich, Barbecue, Brunch
If beavers are nature’s engineers, then the one behind Beaver’s Ice House designs monster trucks. This restaurant is excessive in the most sublime way and it really captures the changing Houston spirit. On one hand, there’s the rugged outpost Houston that built its name on its ports and its oilmen. But on the other hand, there is the new Houston that is staking it’s claim with the recently reborn Washington Ave. strip, the rabbit like reproduction of modern town-homes inside the loop and the culinary and arts scenes that are commanding national reputations and attempting to bring an air of sophistication to our hard working and practical roots. Beaver’s seems a perfect microcosm of that change, by bringing sophistication to our hardworking and practical southern favorites.
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— Aaron
