Hookahs and Italian
Went down to Dallas last weekend for my littlest little brother's sixteenth birthday. Had an excellent time, ate creampuffs like a fiend, and then dropped my littlest little sister off in Denton, where she lives while attending UNT.
Denton is a small college town with an attractive square in the center of town, surrounded by little boutique shops, second-hand stores that feel like someone has emptied out the contents of a thousand attics, a great used bookstore, and small, non-chain restaurants (while it's easy to find good food in Tulsa, we have been over-run by chain restaurants, and it's less easy to find a restaurant with personality).
Best of all, it has a tiny, hole-in-the-wall, Italian restaurant where you can get an excellent tortellini and broccoli dish with alfredo sauce for $7.95. When you walk in, there's a sign in the front which says: "This is not a HIGH-CLASS establishment. Place your order at the front desk." We were seated out on the patio in the 100 degree heat, so we drank tons of water with our creamycreamy pasta, and chatted.
As it turns out, the restaurant is owned by some Arabic people with charming accents who love to smoke hookahs. So, after eating your pasta, you can smoke a hookah with the most aromatic tobacco I've ever smelled. For example, whatever the owner was smoking smelled just like apple pie, and Faith reports to me that she's smoked a white chocolate, mocha-ish flavor there.
To my mind, this combination has just the kind of unexpected, charming brilliance of, say, the McGriddle. Where else can you get such tasty, creamy, Italian pasta for such a low price and then top it off with a Hookah??
I foresee myself spending future evenings in this place.
Denton is a small college town with an attractive square in the center of town, surrounded by little boutique shops, second-hand stores that feel like someone has emptied out the contents of a thousand attics, a great used bookstore, and small, non-chain restaurants (while it's easy to find good food in Tulsa, we have been over-run by chain restaurants, and it's less easy to find a restaurant with personality).
Best of all, it has a tiny, hole-in-the-wall, Italian restaurant where you can get an excellent tortellini and broccoli dish with alfredo sauce for $7.95. When you walk in, there's a sign in the front which says: "This is not a HIGH-CLASS establishment. Place your order at the front desk." We were seated out on the patio in the 100 degree heat, so we drank tons of water with our creamycreamy pasta, and chatted.
As it turns out, the restaurant is owned by some Arabic people with charming accents who love to smoke hookahs. So, after eating your pasta, you can smoke a hookah with the most aromatic tobacco I've ever smelled. For example, whatever the owner was smoking smelled just like apple pie, and Faith reports to me that she's smoked a white chocolate, mocha-ish flavor there.
To my mind, this combination has just the kind of unexpected, charming brilliance of, say, the McGriddle. Where else can you get such tasty, creamy, Italian pasta for such a low price and then top it off with a Hookah??
I foresee myself spending future evenings in this place.
posted by jessica rabbit at 9:54 AM
1 Comments:
Unfortunately, that's about all Denton has to offer...It's so werid to read your blog, I've been to that restaurant before after attending a UNT graduation...one can only visit Fry Street so often...
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