Okay, anybody who’s paid attention to my previous posts on the subject knows that I’m on something of a Quest. A Quest to find the Best Chicken Fried Steak in Existence. Alright, alright, I’ll admit that this isn’t a full-time thing. Nothing like the Knights Templar and their Quest for the Holy Grail or anything. [Continue]
Last week, Bai Shin and I were out looking for mohair yarn. Her mother knits and she wants a new mohair sweater, so she wanted to buy enough for her mom to make her one. We found a place called Nimblefingers on Memorial Drive in Houston, just west of Gessner. Upon arrival, I noticed a [Continue]
Okay, first of all, my apologies for the crappy photo above — it’s the best I could do with my cell-phone’s cheezy camera. And while the photo might not get your mouth to a-watering, still, it gets the idea across. What will most likely be my never ending quest for finding the Perfect Chicken Fried [Continue]
It is not “country-fried steak.” Those who feel compelled to modify the language to suit their own prejudices just need to get over it. It’s chicken-fried because it’s fried like chicken. Simple as that. For years I’ve been on something of a quest. If I visit a restaurant that has chicken fried steak on their [Continue]