Here at Chicken Fried Everything, we’re drawn to pig-themed restaurants like moths to a flame. So when we heard about a new food truck called Three Little Pigs, we dropped everything and followed our noses to the parking lot they share with East End Wines.
Behold the pork belly slider. This one features a maple soy glaze, sliced green apple, and fried onion with a side of sesame cole slaw. Pork belly sliders seem to be all the rage these days, but this one is special. It’s sweet and salty punch to the gut (which I mean in the best possible way), served on a perfectly toasted bun. It also happens to be a diet friendly food, provided you are on the I’ve-worked-my-ass-off-all-week-and-I’ll-eat-whatever-the-hell-I-please diet, which I am.
As you can see, it’s also pretty generously sized for a slider.
Next up was Asian Fried Chicken with sweet chile sauce, wasabi mayo, and sesame cole slaw. We consider ourselves to be connoisseurs of Asian fried chicken around here, and while this stuff didn’t have the characteristically crisp skin of Korean fried chicken, it was one of the better pieces of fried chicken I’ve had in a while. In fact, the fried chicken was so well executed, I kind of wished it didn’t have any sauce on it.
Cracklin’ meatloaf wrapped in bacon with cheese grits and collard greens. The collard greens not only won Eliza’s seal of approval, they were her favorite part of the meal.
Our friend Steph does some food writing for the Huffington Post. Earlier this week, she published a review of two Austin restaurants featuring some photos taken by Eliza and me.
Here’s another one of Eliza’s that wasn’t featured in the article.
When I finally finished my month of work up in New York, I returned to Austin with Mexican on my mind. My craving for melty cheese took us to the place Texas Monthly deemed the “grand dame” of Texas Mexican restaurants: Fonda San Miguel.
Texas Mexican, by which we mean a Mexican restaurant located in Texas, is not to be confused with Tex-Mex. Not that there’s anything wrong with Tex-Mex, but you wouldn’t typically find heavenly fried oysters like this or octopus tostadas (above) at your typical Tex-Mex joint.
Even at the grand dame, though, they’re not above serving some melty cheese.
The real hero at Fonda San Miguel, though, is the homemade corn tortilla. It’s good to be back home.
Part three of our April Bloomfield obsession takes us to the Breslin. Confusingly, you cannot order the Breslin burger in the Breslin restaurant (the burger is only available through room service and at the hotel bar). Nonetheless, we made do.
I had the Full English breakfast, which featured both sausage and bacon.
Eliza had the grilled three cheese sandwich with house smoked ham.
One of our dogs is afraid of guitars. This means that I’ve done a lot less playing around the house than I used to. But I’m hoping over time I can get her used to it. For the last couple of weekends, I’ve been working on a new tune. I’m going to resist the urge to make a joke about dogs and country music and just go ahead and post the song.
The Finer Things in Life [demo]
About a year ago at this time, we were remodeling our kitchen, so we spent a lot of time travelling back and forth to Ikea. Our Ikea is located about 20 miles north of us in Round Rock. As it turns out, remodeling your kitchen with Ikea ends up requiring a lot of trips there. So we got to know this trip a little too well. You might say that I developed some negative associations with the place. After all, part of the reason we moved to Austin (from Atlanta) was to spend a little less time in our cars.
Anyway, at the time, I had this idea to write a blog post called “Round Rock is Hell On Earth,” in homage to these trips and the prevailing impression Round Rock had made on me, which is best captured in these photos.
But America, as they say, is the land of second chances. And Round Rock has officially redeemed itself in my eyes. We owe it to Eliza’s sister Margaret and her husband Matt, who insisted on a visit to Round Rock Donuts on a recent trip here. They came back to our place with not just a dozen donuts, but also one “Texas Sized.”
Round Rock, I’m sorry I said all those things about you. It turns out I just hadn’t given you a chance. Of course, it also helps when you’re willing to come to my place, instead of the other way around.
The burger pantheon now includes two: Father’s Office and the Breslin Burger. That’s all that needs to be said here. That and the fact that we ate a combined total of five of these in three days.
Okay, I’ll say a little more. Having eaten several of these, I’m amazed at how consistently awesome they are. It’s kind of like with a McDonald’s hamburger: you know exactly what you’re going to get. Except instead of feeling shame, you get the urge to start writing love letters.
A lot of people who write blogs apologize to their audience when they aren’t able to post as frequently. But I figure I get more enjoyment out of this thing than anyone else, so when I blog less often, I feel the need to apologize to myself. Of course, given the size of this blog’s audience, perhaps there’e not much of a distinction there. At any rate, I haven’t been blogging much lately. And now that I’m writing about my most recent stint in New York, I realize that I neglected to write about a highlight of our trip there over Christmas: DBGB.
Now that it’s in the eighties most days in Austin, it’s becoming hard to recall how cold it was in New York at this time. But what I can clearly recall is that this was one of the most satisfying meals we’ve had in some time.
Country style pâté.
Sausage with lentils. I wish I remember exactly which sausage this was.
Eliza had the burger, which (in another example of my experience with fancy burgers) didn’t actually knock our socks off. But, the fries… Oh, the fries.