The Meatetarian did a lot of traveling during the past few weeks! Today I’m taking you
for a brief jaunt into the city that was named after me.
That’s right: Dallas, Texas.
This trip was for my annual Mary Kay
Seminar, so most of our dining was done during the conference … but arriving a
day early meant I was able to partake in a couple of the city’s finer eats
within walking distance of our hotel.
Ellen's Southern Kitchen
Ellen's came highly recommended from our
concierge. I thought I wasn’t hungry enough for soul food, but the group I
found myself with that afternoon was from Boston, had little experience with “Southern
kitchens” and I decided to indulge the girls’ fancy.
At this restaurant I found a sandwich
that rivals the Carnivorgasm in height. And of course, being the Meatetarian, I
ordered it.
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| The towering open-face meatloaf sandwich |
It was a hearty open-faced meatloaf
sandwich. There is a slab of juicy beef meatloaf covered in thick, hot brown gravy,
on top of a piece of toast. All of that mama’s kitchen cookin’ is then stacked
on top of a generous scoop of silky mashed potatoes.
As if that’s not enough to sink your
teeth into, there’s stuff on top of the meatloaf too. I guess it’s served
open-face because it’s hella hard to get another piece of bread to stay on top
of a fried egg, crispy fried onion rings and grilled pepper rings, huh?
The lunch feat before me was most
impressive. I ate every bite, down to the last scrape of mashed potatoes doused
in a mixture of gravy and egg yolk. Whoever decided that meatloaf needed to be
topped with ketchup clearly missed a grand opportunity to make fried eggs and
gravy topping a food trend.
My favorite thing about this meatloaf is
how juicy it was. Texture-wise it was more like eating a hamburger patty, since
meatloaf – notoriously restaurant meatloaf – can come out dry, crumbly or both.
This healthy slice stayed together despite me eating it with a fork and heaping
it with all of the other stuff that came on the “sandwich.” Needless to say, I
did not have room for dessert, and wasn’t sure I’d have room for supper,
either!
Wild
Salsa
Funny story: the group I was with for
dinner asked the hotel valet how far “Wild Bill’s” was. We got that cleared up
mighty fast after the looks they gave us and then rented a stretch Hummer for a
half-mile drive to the most authentic Mexican restaurant I’ve ever eaten at.
The atmosphere at Wild Salsa is cool.
There is no other word for it, as cliché as “cool” sounds. The lights are dim.
The decorations are tequila bottles, Dia de los Muertos skulls and a palette of
warm colors. It’s close quarters inside and yet I didn’t feel crowded. I’ve
never been to a Mexican cantina, but I feel like Wild Salsa did a good job recreating
one.
If you remember from my visit to The El Felix earlier this spring, you know the love I have for Mexican and
Mexican-inspired cuisine. The flavors are bright, fresh and balanced. With a
big kick.
Having eaten enough lunch to feed a
family of four, I settled for lighter fare and went with what sounded the most
exotic: a tongue taco.
Have I ever eaten tongue? Nope.
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| A taco that's easy on the eyes ... and heavy on the tongue. |
Have I removed it from a bovine carcass
during a meat science lab and been impressed by how much meat was on it? Yup.
Was I excited to relish the flavor of
tongue on my tongue? You betcha. I was bouncing with anticipation, because
trying a new meat is such an awesome
experience for me.
Oh, y’all. I don’t know how I’ve never
eaten tongue before.
It is the carnivore’s version of tofu
(and yes … I have eaten tofu.) – tender, smooth, not at all spongy. Which makes
sense, when you think about it being such a strong muscle in life. This tongue
was marinated, giving it a great subtly spicy beef flavor. Since marinating is
a way to tenderize meat, that probably added value to the great texture these
cubes had.
Also on the taco was a spicy tomatillo
salsa and pickled red onions. The chefs at Wild Salsa did an excellent job
putting together spice, salt and sour in each bite. I will say, I like a little spice, and it seemed like a few
dishes ordered by my tablemates might have been on the lotta spice side – so check with your server before you order
something that may get clear your sinuses!
The side dish of cilantro rice also
deserves an honorable mention. Normally I like rice salty, and this rice was
not. However, it was fresh and had that great unmistakable essence of cilantro
cooked in it and sprinkled on top. Given the intense flavors on the taco, it
was great to have such a mild-mannered side dish next to it. Overall, dinner
was a great balance of personalities that worked well together – just like the women in the company we were in town to celebrate.
