Things to Eat In Houston When You're Hungry

Well, I'm back from Houston. The trip was generally uneventful -- at least in comparison to some of the other customer upgrades that I've been on -- which is a good thing.

On Monday, we went to eat at Fogo de Chao (uh, just imagine that there is a little squiggle above that a there). The food was great, the service was great, the price was exorbitant. At $46 a plate, I felt it was my duty to get the company's money's worth. I made a valiant effort, but even with bacon-wrapped filet mignon and lamb chops literally backed up into my esophagus, I''m not sure that I really succeeded. If any restaurant needed a vomitorium, it is this one.

I only had one glass of wine, so there is no way I was hungover the next morning. But I damn sure felt like it. I think I might have gotten steak poisoning. Based on the hair of the dog that bit you theory of hangover treatment, I went to IHOP and got a giant steak omelet to get rid of my "steak poisoning". Surprisingly, it seemed to work.

Tuesday, we were stuck at the hospital, so it was just Pizza Hut delivery.

Wednesday, we went to Pappadeaux. When I was in Houston a few years ago, we went here, and I've spent the last 3 years longing for their creme brulee. (At the time, I thought it was so good that I drove back there again the next night, just for dessert.) As with so many things that we fantasize about for so long, the reality was rather disappointing. I had never had creme brulee at that time, so I didn't really have anything to compare it to. Now that I do have something to compare it to (mine!), I realize that it wasn't that great. That didn't stop me from eating mine of course. But it did stop me from finishing Jenny's after she ate all the fruit and brulee off. Well, okay, it stopped me from finishing all of it.