February 22nd, 2010

The Week That Was 2.21.10

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: Monday Will Henceforth Be Minday, Up a Creek, Sacrifice and Fast Food: A Love Story, Pizza and Beer: A Comedy, EtRuhRoh, Photo Safari FTW

ArticleImage-TWTW (2-21-10) - Anvil

Everyday Should Be Minday (Paul)
Surely, there are people that visit Anvil more than I do. Somewhere out there, they’ve come up with a AA group; not Alcoholics Anonymous, but Anviloholics Anonymous. Being a self-respecting addict, I find ways to multitask at the bar. Business meetings are easily the best excuse. With that in mind, I tricked Marc into meeting me on Monday (better known as Minday) to discuss a few items of business. For each item discussed, we were awarded with one cocktail. Thankfully, there were only three items on our agenda. And, if anyone has word on that support group, please let me know. I may or may not have gone back to Anvil again on Saturday night. Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right? Yeah… I’m not ready for that one.

ArticleImage-TWTW (2-21-10) - Onion Creek

I Gotta Creek in My Neck (Paul)
Blending coffee shop, bar, and restaurant is something that Onion Creek Cafe does very well. In fact, it’s often difficult to decide to what purpose you’ve traveled to the Heights hotspot for until you get there. Did I need to sober up, chow down, or ride my buzz? The coffee is decent, the beer is cold (I hear they are going to be adding liquor as well), and the food is scrumptious. If I may be so presumptuous as to recommend a dish, go for the Freek Dog. A Frito Pie on top of a hot dog? I’ll take two (seriously, put two on a plate and bring it out to me pronto). Fortunately, my hunger already sated, indigestion wasn’t in the cards for me on Tuesday night. Instead, I opted for a simple cup of coffee to sip while catching up with a friend I haven’t hung out with in over a year. Of course, my friend had a beer, but like I said before: I’m not an alcoholic, I’m an anviloholic. Sure, this all means that skipped out on every drinker’s (and sinner’s) delight, Fat Tuesday, but who really needs Mardi Gras besides the Cajuns?

ArticleImage-TWTW (2-21-10) - 59 Diner

Lent: A Time to Turn Your Back on Loved Ones (Paul)
It’s once again the season of Lent. Raised Catholic, I was never given a choice as to whether or not I was going to give something up. In my family, your vice was given up for you. Free will be damned. As an adult, I’ve tried to maintain a similar amount of fortitude. The things I’ve given up range from sex to biting my nails (especially both at the same time). This year, I decided to switch things up a little bit. I’m giving up fast food, and yes, that means my beloved McDonald’s was put on my blacklist. The words “I want a number three supersized with a Coke and a Big Mac by itself” will not pass these lips for the next 40 days and 40 nights. What makes it even worse is that the people who work the drive-thru at the Washington location have become like family over the last six months. On Wednesday, I was forced to cut them out with no closure. No “one last time.” No break-up Big Mac. They will be missed. To fill the void, I went to 59 Diner for dinner. If anything’s going to fill a void, it’s the Big Country Breakfast. Witness the epic, four plate meal in the photo above. When you can’t see the biscuits under the sausage infused gravy, you know you’ve ordered correctly.

ArticleImage-TWTW (2-21-10) - Kenneallys

Beer, Pizza, Classic Jukebox… I Think We’ve Stumbled Upon Marc’s Mecca (Paul)
With as much as Marc writes, talks, gushes, and day dreams (I have it on good authority that he uses this site as porn) about pizza, I can’t fathom how I’ve never dragged him to Kenneally’s. Fantastic pizza awaits you as well as a plentiful supply of Guinness that will come with the flourish of a four-leaf clover in the head. If those two aren’t enough for you to consider heading down Shepherd to the Irish pub then how about some of the best homemade potato chips I’ve ever had the pleasure of pouring vinegar over. Trust me on this one. Also trust me and bring your own darts (if you have them). They have darts at the bar, but more likely than not they’re going to charge you ten dollars because you have to buy them. This is coming from a man that’s at least $80 poorer because of this little tidbit. Take it from me, buckaroos. I’ve hit the bull’s eye but I had to pay the price.

ArticleImage-TWTW (2-21-10) - Etro

Huh, Eh tu? (Marc)
After dinner at Branchwater Tavern on Saturday, the birthday contingency continued to Etro. We had originally planned to hit the Social for a quick drink, but they were hosting an MMA fight and we weren’t looking to drop cover just to sit someplace for a drink. So, as we pulled up to the Social, the text message directed us to Anvil. By the time we found parking back in the neighborhood and walked to the corner of Westheimer and Windsor, the next text let us know that Anvil was too packed so they’d moved on to Etro. I think it’s funny that Etro and Anvil are situated right next together because they couldn’t be more different. One makes high end, quality cocktails while at the other, the bartender’s take shots directly from the bottle. After seeing that, I was actually relieved that I was the designated driver. Etro is like a hookup joint for ugly people. With the lights turned down and music turned up, an eclectic and diverse crowd takes to the dance floor. Not that Etro doesn’t have it’s charm. There’s a definite “come as you are” vibe that can be quite refreshing in contrast to the stuffiness of the crowd next door. Nobody looks askew at anything, no matter how ridiculous the situation. My favorite moment occurred while waiting at the bar to get my girlfriend a drink. I was prohibited from getting up to the bar because two friends had commandeered the corner and, while standing facing each other, were rapidly texting. I could only hope that they were sending messages to each other. We spent the night on the adjacent back porch, where the cool night air was quite refreshing and served as a respite from the repeated thunk-thunk-thunk of music inside, which was just a little to loud for me. Yes, I know that means I’m getting old.

ArticleImage-TWTW (2-21-10) - PhotoSafari

A Houston Photo Safari – Numero Dos (Paul)
With the safari on Valentine’s day being such a wildly successful and therapeutic expedition,I had to take another shot at shooting pictures around Houston. This time, I picked Stephan up and set out for the wilds of the warehouse district, armed with two AE-1’s, a tripod, and supplemental digital cameras to immediately document our trip. Some of the photos are here for your viewing pleasure, but when the film gets back into our hands, hopefully we’ll have a few good photos to brag about to our friendly neighborhood Loopsters. With our challenge extended and Flickr group now in existence, (join up, aspiring and established photogs) we have to try to make sure to be on the top of our game. We don’t want a young, wily crew coming along to supplant The Loop Scoop as the independent, grassroots, media jewel. None of you are thinking that, right? RIGHT?!

— Paul

Comments

Pauline — Monday, February 22, 2010 9:26 am

Marc, sounds like a fun birthday!
“hookup joint for ugly people”?? Huh, non. That’s Marfreless (although I don’t really know if the people are ugly, its too dark to see)
“thunk-thunk-thunk music”?? Huh, non. That’s any club/lounge/restaurant on Washington. The music is very eclectic at Etro, very nice mix of 80’s songs.
As for the bartender taking shots directly from the bottle, huh it is Montrose after all!

Next time, I am taking you to Numbers! :)

Marc — Tuesday, February 23, 2010 1:52 pm

Look, I admit it, I’m old! I can’t help that it all sounds the same to me! As for our trip to Numbers, make sure to reserve the short bus. I’m glad we know the driver. Hopefully, he’ll give us the hookup!

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