Sunday Brunch at Dish Society in Houston, TX
People eat to live, but I live to eat. I know some will eat to survive and do not care about the taste. However, I am the polar opposite. I will not eat my food unless I enjoy it. Please, I do not have calories to waste on unpleasant tasting food. I know, I sound like a food snob. I am really not though. I just know exactly what I like and what I don’t like, but I am willing to try anything at least once [maybe not all those bugs and creatures]. I just have a peculiar taste because when I voice my dislikes, I can easily pinpoint the exact ingredient or texture dissatisfying my palate.
This past Sunday, I was fortunate enough to try this amazing restaurant with my better half. Just walking in the restaurant, the aroma triggered my senses, and my stomach started growling. I thoroughly enjoy the food, BUT the restaurant’s workflow could improve.
I got the chicken and biscuit with gravy! OH MY! First, the biscuits were buttery and fluffy. Even with the gravy drenched on top, I could taste the multiple layers of the flaky and dense biscuits. I mean, look at the picture! Look how tall them biscuits are! However, I decided to not eat all the biscuits because of all the carbs, but I decided to ask for extra gravy! I LOVE GRAVY! Every time I order any meal with gravy, I would ask for extra. I just love the savory, creamy and smooth taste of the gravy. Plus, gravy creates another layer of taste – the good, not-so-good fatty taste. As for the fried chicken tenders, they were crispy and fried to perfection with the gold brown crust.
Brunch is not brunch unless there are home fries. Well this place was semi-healthy, I supposed, so I ordered the rosemary sweet potato ‘cubes?’ as a side. Ehh, they were mediocre. Something I could easily make at home. There was no crisp to the outer layer, just softly baked and lightly flavored sweet potatoes. Maybe for health reasons? But why eat healthy when it’s not scrumptious? Anyways… I have yet to tell you about the best part! There is a sneak peek of a mouth-watering dish behind the sweet potatoes image.
Trying to be health conscience, the boyfriend and I decided to split the Nutella french toast for dessert. Let me say, I think he refrained himself from eating too much and allowed me to eat enough until my belly started aching. I will say though, the french toasts were not exactly fluffy like most. I believed the bread was multi-grained, which gave the dish a crunch in every bite, complementing the smooth, silky Nutella spread in the middle.
And now the cons… I’m very particular.
The seating situation: The restaurant had several seating options – the bar, patio in the front and in the back, and the floor. It was a cafeteria type of environment, where you ordered and seated yourself. I definitely did not like this set-up especially with limited space where the ratio of consumers outnumbered available seats. We ordered our food and stood around looking for a spot. There was an employee whom tried to help us, but she left us hanging. She told us to wait until she had a table set up for us because we tried sitting in reserved seats for a larger party. Whatever. Anyways, we sat at the bar and waited for her to give us an okay for a table. The boyfriend was not happy when he saw the table being open, and I was still dilly dallying around the bar area. I tried explaining to him that the employee never instructed me to have a seat! Of course, him being a man and all, he couldn’t understand nor relate to my thought process. He adamantly said anyone ordering after us could had slipped into our seats at the table! Yes, it was a dog-eat-dog world. I choose to dine out for conveniences of not having to cook or clean up, but when it was this stressful to get seats, I’ll pass!
Why????? When I began to consume my dish, I noticed the back wall had pictures of farm animals, including a pig, chicken and cow. Why would someone do that at a restaurant? It was a constant reminder to me that I was eating them… It was super sad. They were using those images conveying to consumers the meats were fresh, but those faces on the animals… Like how do you expect people to enjoy their foods while looking up to see a pig staring back at you! Obviously, the interior decorator did not think that one through.
Honestly, I would definitely go back there to eat, but not during peak hours again! I cannot stress about finding a place to eat my delicious meal on, and I will pick my seats wisely, avoiding the picture frames on the wall. 🙁