Not that kind of ink.
If you’re here in Houston, make sure to pick up a copy of the latest Houston Press on newstands today. Flip over to the dining section and there I be! In ink! With my real name and everything!
This is my first “real” restaurant review, in that someone paid me to do this and then actually used valuable ink and paper to publish it. I’m still a bit stunned by that. Moreover, I’m still happily befuddled about being allowed to review such a high-profile restaurant and I know that — undoubtedly — people will question why a bottom-rung, low-man-on-the-totem-pole food writer like me was chosen to review Textile. I can’t answer that. But I can say that I’m extremely appreciative for the opportunity. Working with the folks over at the Houston Press — both on this review and on the food blog (Eating Our Words) has been one of the best experiences of my life so far.
Okay, that was me being sappy. Hope you enjoyed it.
Now go read the review!
EDIT: There’s been some feedback on the review this morning, from two different sources. Plinio Sandalio, the pastry chef at Textile, wrote a short blog about the review. And H Town Chow Down, one of my favorite local food blogs, has a write-up concentrating on one of the aspects of Textile that bothered me the most.