December 28th, 2009
The Week That Was 12.27.09
We’re a small operation, but we cover a lot of ground. Sometimes it’s hard to sit down and write out an in depth experience about the places we go to every week. To compensate for that we’ll publish a sweet little ditty about the notable adventures of The Loop Scoop every Monday. Where did we go? What did we hear? What did we eat, drink and see? These are all questions that we ask each other and we’ll answer for you in our public forum. Enjoy.
This Week: Wings and Monday Night Football, Sunday at Sito’s, Pale and Southern Backtones, Lunch at Dry Creek, Bar Fight in Muenster, Conversations About “Pooping”
Wings, Beer, and Football: Marriage Was Meant to Be This Perfect (Paul) – For the hot-blooded male, football games are one of those occasions that we band together and fight for our right to a night off from women so we can watch dirty, grass-stained, sweaty gladiators fight for our affection. Wait, that doesn’t sound right at all… Moving on, wings and beer are a necessary part of that experience. If you don’t agree, you’re not American. One of the better places to take in Monday Night Football is the one and only Buffalo Wild Wings. Now, can we please decide if we’re going to shorten it to “B Dubs” or “BW3’s” or “B Dub Dub Three Men in a Tub” (this snippet has taken a decidedly homoerotic turn).
All the misogyny above is for naught, considering I went up to B Dubs with a girlfriend of mine to watch the Redskins embarrass themselves against the NY Football Giants. Everything was going swimmingly (not for Washington on the field, mind you) until one of the more disturbing visions walked in the door. An adult, dressed up as Green Man barged into the restaurant, flanked by two cronies, who announced his presence. For the record, I’m sure that dressing as Green Man is enough of an announcement. You don’t have to cruise the Rice Village with two pages at your disposal. [For those of you that don't know about Green Man, check out Episode 2, Season 3 of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia one of my favorite TV shows.]
“We want three shots of tequila! Does anyone else want a shot? Let’s take shots.” – Green Man (who wouldn’t be able to take shots, nor drink at all if he is to keep his true identity concealed… way to think that one through, buddy)
Lunch at Dry Creek (Marc) – I drive past Dry Creek Cafe all the time and it looks like an interesting place, so I decided to suggest it to a buddy of mine for a pre-holiday lunch. Dry Creek is a cool little cafe on the corner of Yale and White Oak that tries to bring some Austin vibe to Houston. As an FYI, it’s BYOB, so bring whatever you’d like by way of alcohol and be prepared for the corking/cap twisting fees. Since it was a weekday, and we at The Loop Scoop don’t condone drinking on the job, I settled for a cherry limeade. Dry Creek claims to have the best burgers in town. Even though I hesitate to award them the Best Burger Belt, the Triple Bypass Burger is an interesting option, fried egg and all. The burgers are big, juicy and a little messy, so ask for extra napkins. If you’re about to settle for another lackluster lunch at Chili’s, Dry Creek will definitely serve as much better alternative. Like we say, “we SLGT!” Of course, next week I’ll write about the subsequent trip for open heart surgery. “The Loop Scoop: Now with 100% more hospitals!” We’ll have to create a new category…
“I had to lube up and squeeze my way out of there.”
Have you Ever Danced With the Devil in the Pale Moonlight? (Paul) - I’ve never been up to Etro on a night quite like Tuesday. Gone was the boom boom bass, taking it’s place a acoustic duet on the raised area in the corner. On guitar number one, Calvin Stanley of the band Pale, and on guitar number two Hank Schyma, the lead singer for Southern Backtones. The set itself was almost overshadowed for me by the awe of Etro’s transformation. It’s rare to see the lounge behaving in such a mellow fashion. Gone were the scenesters, replaced by groupies (myself included) of the two Houston bands and various others just taking in some live music.
Both Calvin and Hank put on a heck of a show. I’d recommend checking out their next live gigs. If you caught the Southern Backtones at Free Press Summer Fest this July, you know what I mean. We’ll keep you updated with some of the scheduling so you don’t feel left out. We know someone that knows someone in Pale – we call that an “in” in the biz – so be prepared for our full scoop on the band one day.
“What do you do?”
“Do you mean for work or what am I doing here?”
“I work in refineries.”
“Then, what are you doing here?”
“I write for The Loop Scoop.”
“Those things don’t go together…”
“No… No, they don’t.”
Christmas Brings Love, Bar Fights, and Smoke (Richard) – This year’s Christmas took my wife and I north, to the cozy little town of Muenster, Texas to visit family. We managed to get there just before a powerful snow storm hit, letting loose 6 inches of snow in 8 hours and dropping the temperature to a wicked 19 degrees, a 1-2 combination that left many stranded and chilled. Naturally, cold weather eliminates many activities from the holiday itinerary, so on Christmas night, it was decided that a group of us trek through the snow to Tony’s Tavern.
Filled with thick smoke, sleeveless cowboys and embarrassing karaoke, it was a Christmas experience that did not disappoint. As the tequila and Miller Light poured in competition with the snow, toes were stepped on and words exchanged. Towards the end of the night, as I stood waiting to pay my tab, beer rained down on me as an out-of-towner laid several jabs on the jaw of a local patron, not a foot away from where I stood. This went on for several seconds until the stubby little arm of the law (5′4, 250 lbs.) broke it up, giving the ultimatum, “Ya’ can get out tha’ door or go ta‘ jail!” I left asking myself two things, “Where was the Christmas Spirit?” and, “What was Sheriff ‘Rudy’ Ruettiger going to stop, if he ever forgot his badge?” Some of us just were not cut out to be athletes or cops.
Wisdom is Passed on:
“You know if you wear a cowboy’s hat for more than 30 seconds, you’re down for a ride.” – Anonymous
Sunday Dinner at Sito’s (Marc) - With the Holidays comes lots of visits from out of town friends. One of my friends living up north decided that her trip home had to include Mexican food, which meant a trip to Houston’s own Pappasito’s Cantina. I know it’s cheesy, but I have to admit that after living on the east coast and being deprived of Mexican food for three years myself, one can get a hankering for those fajitas. A group of us met at Little Sito’s on Kirby and Richmond and were lucky enough to get in before the rush. Little Sito’s is a great place to meet friends, but get there early, because the restaurant is insane when it gets busy during the dinner rush. You won’t get the world’s best, or even authentic Mexican food, but enjoy it for what it is, damn good Tex-Mex. The fajitas really are some of the best in Houston and, to tell a family secret, I can literally drink the garlic butter they serve with the Chicken Fajitas. I gained 40lbs at dinner alone.
“Leave it to those damn yankees to live in sin. That’s not how we do it in the south.”
Just an Excuse for One More Item (Paul) - I do a lot of my reading and writing at Cafe Brasil, a place we mentioned last week that some of you reading this know well. The place is usually bustling and provides many an opportunity to overhear conversations that were better left under the radar.
Mind/Bowel(?) Blowing Questions:
“Remember when I was pooping at that one place the other day and that guy walked in so I stopped pooping because I didn’t want him to hear or something? Why are farts so funny?” – Anonymous Hipster
There are a couple questions to raise here. Why are you telling this story? Why does it seem that you’ve told this story on multiple occasions? Why are you using the word “pooping” as an adult? If farts are so funny, why did you withhold the guy’s opportunity to take joy in the sound of your bowel movement? Why is your voice so loud? And, most importantly, why am I so intrigued by this that it’s going down in my pocket-sized moleskine?