Windmill Lounge is the type of hidden dive you need in your pocket. Sure parking isn’t the greatest, but you deal with it because the drinks are good and strong. Here you’re likely to make memories at 12 AM and forget them by 4 AM. But, before those memories start fading into your Windmill Whiskey Sour, you need to order some grub. Located near the Medical District since 2005, the crowd here is a scattered mix of scrubs, regulars and a few newbies sprinkled in for good measure. Appetites may vary, but so too does their new drink and food menus. You’ll want to begin by wetting your whistle…
Five Delicious Hole in the Walls in Garland
Five Delicious Hole in the Walls in Garland I will never stop appreciating a bargain. I will never stop appreciating very tasty food. Putting the two together is probably my ultimate happiness in the world. It’s a rare occasion when one can find the gloriousness of inexpensive eating without being yelled at via microphone. During a few of my excursions in Garland I’ve found some grub that surpasses your favorite fast food chain in taste and cost. So, go ahead and grab your corn purse. You won’t need much else for these five tasty hole in the walls. Note, these are hole-in-the-walls, so don’t expect castles and arches. Pupuseria…
Samad Cafe Makes Love in the Kitchen
Samad Cafe-Rated 4 stars TXmb Here’s the thing. If you don’t know what you’re looking for, then you will miss it. So folks, I’m telling you now, peel those eyes open a little more than normal if you’re planning on partaking in the tastiness that is Samad Café. Samad Café is the epitome of the term, ‘hole in the wall.’ This place doesn’t actually have a sign, and looks more like a house than a restaurant. The tight space is shared with an auto mechanic. Your only real way of knowing you’re at Samad Café is the tiny black lettering outside the brick establishment reading “Restaurant.” You can tell this…
Cheap Thrill? Look No Further than El Rey Del Grill
Lunch 15 rolled around, and my coworker and I got a hankering for something. Something meaty, something cheesy. Off we went, allowing our desires for meat and cheese to lead the way. We ended up at a tiny joint called El Rey Del Grill. The place is about as unassuming as they come. It’s not the prettiest domain about town, but ugliness has never come between me and my food. Pictures of various dishes lined the outside of the building, displaying for all to see what “comida” they had to offer. We entered. Inside we are greeted with more pictures of their offerings, along with prices. Looking over the walled…