Oh, what it was like to be young...

Houston's? Of all places, Houston's? I stumbled across a young writer's romanticized visit to Houston's on the Country Club Plaza this morning (read her Random Ramblings here).

"As we walked into the dimly lit restaurant (Houston's), we were greeted by a woman dressed all in black who led us to our table. The table which we sat at was candlelit, creating an atmosphere that gives you instant goose bumps if you have a flair for the dramatic. After our orders were taken I took a better look around, breathing in my surroundings. I peered over the tables next to us, trying to catch glimpses of the busy kitchen. I heard pots clanging merrily and shouts from various people in the steaming room."

Girl, you know there are 13 Houston's in the country, right? The last time I was in there, the food was raw (when it wasn't supposed to be), the first wine I ordered was out of stock, the second wine I ordered was horrid (my bad) and the fries were over-salted. I must, however, pull my punches a little bit, friends were recently in Houston's and said it's much improved from our previous visit.

I love your innocence, but you were SO CLOSE to good food; if you just would have gone to The Classic Cup right across the street!

There is a battle on the Plaza between the tourists and the residents. We residents want local fair, while the tourists always want to eat at the chains: Houston's, Cheesecake, PF's, Fogo... next time go local!