The past five months have been such a whirlwind! So many things have occurred, I'm not sure any of it actually happened. In the midst of that time, I was able to sneak in a few trips to Mexico and a quick trip to Mex wouldn't be complete without a layover in Houston. I found this blog entry that I wrote but never published, so I thought I would share it.
Home Sweet Houston
My dear sweet lovable H-town, how I miss thee, let me count the ways.
I was beyond fortunate to have recently had an overnight layover in Houston coming back from Mexico City and was able dine on some classic eats.
In my tenure here in Louisville, I recently had someone say “Isn’t Houston full of only poor people?” Well my beloved Louisvillian, who has only been to Indianapolis and Florida for two spring breaks, NO, Houston is not “just full of poor people.” I believe the Bush’s, the Cheney’s, the Rockets, the Texans, and a majority of the world’s wealthiest oil companies would beg to differ. (Although I am sure Jeff Skilling might be cursing himself at this point for taking the wrong path)
Houston is a hot bed of culture with a zillion restaurants of any ethnicity you could possibly choose from, plus a shit-ton of music, art, nature-stuff (blah blah blah). Point being, it was R’s first time and I wanted him to return to Indy full of culinary bliss and perhaps be agreeable to me coming back to practice at Texas Children’s Hospital.
On to the food…….In terms of eating, let it be known the best Cuban food in the world comes from Miami (sorry Fidel, but you know it’s true), yet Houston runs a close second with Café Piquet ( http://www.cafepiquet.net/ ). Spoil yourself with the Platanos con mojo de ajo, and make sure to get the Pork with some Frijoles Mixtos----the staff is rather “easy on the eyes,” so please don’t hesitate to bring your girlfriends for a lunch date.
Another “absolute must” in H-town is the “Breakfast Klub,” which is conveniently on one of the Metro stops ( http://www.thebreakfastklub.com/ ). The brain-child of Houston native, Marcus Davis and one of my favorites since they opened when I lived back at 230 West Alabama. The l-o-v-e that birthed and nurtured this place both socially and gastronomically warms my cold and bitter heart. If you only have one trip here, get both the catfish & grits AND the wings & waffles---best 20 bucks you’ll ever spend.
