Could’ve Said Something Nice About My Profiterole

Let’s take a a quick look this morning at what the Houston food world has been up to lately:

As for me, I’ve been busily writing away:

And if you’ve made it this far, a little treat for you:

“I feel like a prize asshole, no one even mentions my casserole.”  *sigh*  We’ve all been there, Jermaine.

Been Gone Too Long

I haven’t had time to update she eats. as often as I’d like lately, owing to work (curses!!!) and actual paid writing (although if any of you want to start paying me to blog here, I’m cool with that, too). So just to briefly round things up, this is what I’ve been up to:

Writing articles for the Houston Press, such as “Praise the Lord and Pass the Mimosas” — an account of the inaugural Gospel Brunch at the new House of Blues here in Houston — and “The Grocery Store Corridor” — which is exactly what it sounds like. And although I haven’t quite figured out the settings on my new camera well enough yet to shoot moving things in the dark (i.e., concerts), here are some of the shots I was able to salvage from Gospel Brunch itself:

Concert Hall
The concert hall stage.

Bringing diners/patrons up at the end of the show.

Sylvia St. James, emcee .

Bronze Peacock Room
The Bronze Peacock Room in the members-only Foundation Room, marking my second time to weasel my way up there and get free booze.


The only picture I could get of the buffet; hungry socialites are like stampeding, enraged water buffalo, I tell ya.

I went to Gospel Brunch with my friend Eric Wilson, the music editor at Houstonist, which I’ve also been writing for as time allows. That said, none of my pieces are pertinent to food in the least (midget wrestling, anyone?). For one that is, check out this article by Jason Bargas on the closing of none other than that bastion of shitty service, The Daily Grind. As I’m sure you can guess, I was heart-broken.

I’ve also been eating this week. A lot. On Tuesday and Wednesday, I finally made it over to Cafe Pita + (read Jenny’s great review with pictures here). It was every bit as wonderful as I’d hoped. On Tuesday, I ate with Jenny, Katie, Hala, and nearly all of the Schipul girls (and poor Lance, who was the only guy at the table). Despite the high concentration of giggliness and silliness at the table, the waitstaff were very patient with us. And the food was amazing. I had the plejskavice, which is a lamb and beef patty stuffed with melted cheese and mushrooms, all on top of this beautiful, fluffy bread with pureed red pepper sauce. I was in heaven. The next day, I dragged Jeff out there and had the cevap, the sausage link version of the plejskavice (sans cheese) and had a fried cheese appetizer in its place. Jeff had the burek, which is essentially spanakopita on steroids and is about as large as a clown shoe.

On Friday, I grabbed lunch at my favorite pho place, Pho Huy, with some coworkers and found out that I should really stop speaking Vietnamese in restaurants when all I really know is “restaurant Vietnamese.” Or, as a friend suggested, at least learn how to say, “I’m going to order in Vietnamese for everyone, but that’s really all I know how to say.” In Vietnamese. I think it would solve a lot of problems. Friday night found me at Goode Co. Seafood with Groovehouse, as we sat at the bar and devoured the best campechana in Houston (seriously. I don’t say this lightly.). We watched enraptured for hours as a little old man behind the counter shucked oyster after oyster, placing them temptingly on platters of crushed ice and lemons. Next time…

There’s been more eating, of course. And even more pictures. And news, news, news. But for tonight, I’ve got to finish writing articles and paying invoices (two entirely separate work functions, mind you). So I’ll leave you with this photo from the market where I picked up some excellent, cheap produce this morning:

Favor de no mayugarlos
Produce stands behind Canino’s on Airline.

Good night, all!


(yes, Mom, I intentionally misspelled “winner”)

As we begin a new year with new meals to eat and new recipes to conquer, I’d like to take a moment to thank two of my awesome readers (and friends!) who gave me end-of-year awards for this silly little food blog.

Where’s My Damn Answer?

Jody, a.k.a. jodycakes, is a longtime reader and fellow Chowhound. She and the hilarious women who run the communal blog Where’s My Damn Answer have given she eats. the illustrious “Damn Good Blog Award.”


I was humbled to be included alongside such other winners as The Bloggess and Attack of the Redneck Mommy. You should also note that my occasional partner in crime, the awesome Jenny of I’m Never Full won an award, too. Thanks, ladies!

I’ve Got the Munchies

Cory, a.k.a. Lose An Eye, is an even longer-time (I just made that word up) reader, who knew me long before I had a food blog and was instead rambling incoherently and starting flame wars on Houston political blogs and bulletin boards. And yet he still follows me to this day…

Over on his food blog, I’ve Got the Munchies (not to be confused with his politics blog: Lose an Eye, It’s a Sport) Cory flattered me immensely (I think he wants some chess pie…) when he named me Houston Food Blogger of the Year:

Houston Food Blogger of the Year: Katharine Shilcutt of She Eats, Houstonist and Eating our Words: Houston Press.

You could make a case that Katharine has written more about food in Houston over the past year than many of the professionals who do so for a living. She’s also a more gifted writer than I, her reviews are detailed and fun to read.

Aw. Okay, Cory. I’ll bake you a pie.

I was very shocked that Cory would choose me out of all the other amazing food bloggers that we have in Houston, but delighted nevertheless. Make sure you check the rest of the Munchie Award winners out, too. It’s a good encapsulation of the Houston food scene, blogger-style.

These awards might seem silly in the sense that it could be perceived as one big circle-jerk (highlight to read, but not if you’re my mother, grandmother, father or any other delicate person), but it means a lot to me that my readers have stuck with me through she eats.‘s inaugural year as I find my feet and my voice, and moreso that they’ve followed me across multiple platforms (Houstonist and now the Houston Press). If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times: y’all rock, and I’m blessed to have ya.

Here’s to a great 2009 and many fine meals to come!

It Snot What You Think

As a follow up to this morning’s post (and in response to a few questions I’ve received), let me clarify that my new freelance position with the Houston Press does not change my affliation with Houstonist.  I have a deep and abiding affection for Houstonist (and so should you!) and will always be loyal to them.  To that end, I will still be writing for Houstonist.

However…I will not be writing food articles for Houstonist.  That pretty much goes without saying.  But for those of you unfamiliar with my non-food writing, I do write all manner of other articles for them (such as concert reviews and historic retrospectives) and will continue to do so.  The Houston Press, though, will be my first priority from now on (even over she eats., it’s true).

With all that said, check out this afternoon’s post over at Eating Our Words:

Sneeze Green Tea

Seriously.  Check it out.  It’s like a train wreck.

I’m a Pho-natic

…in case you didn’t know.

And speaking of that hot, yummy deliciousness, check out my post on Houstonist today about two of the newest pho restaurants in town:

One Pho the Money, Two Pho the Show

Quick recap:  Pho 24 in Chinatown is awesome.  Pho Huy in Spring Branch is — surprisingly — awesomer.

P.S.  If anyone is looking to get me a Christmas present (besides this oven…gah), I’ll take one of these:

That is all.

For Your Consideration

Two more food articles from today’s Houstonist:

Houstonist Bites: BB’s Cajun Kitchen

Houstonist Was There: McCormick & Schmick’s Grand Opening

I can’t recommend BB’s Cajun Cafe highly enough.

Mc&Schmick, on the other hand, is just another Mc&Schmick.  As you can probably tell from the article, I couldn’t think of anything else to say about it other than that.  I felt it uncharitable to mention that they charged for cokes at a grand opening when the wine and champagne was free, or that their appetizers were extremely pedestrian and boring.

Oh, wait.  I did just mention that.  Oops.

A Link a Day…

…keeps the vultures at bay.  What?  It’s practically the same sentiment.

Busy day around the office means a short post for y’all.  But here’s my most recent review on Houstonist of the newly-reopened Nori Sushi Bistro, which I’m…not a fan of.  Yeah.

Houstonist Bites: Nori Sushi Bistro

Oh, well.

In other news, we have few new Houston food bloggers on the scene!  They’re on the blogroll over there to your right of course, but just so’s you’ll know who’s new and who’s decrepit (like me), here’s a few links for you:

Houston Foodie

Shabak’s Kitchen

M’s Culinary Experiments

Go show them some love, y’all.  Peace!

Tripping the Night Away

The Social

So…that Flavor Tripping party this weekend?  WAS AWESOME.  You should have come.  If you didn’t, I fully expect to see your bright, shining faces at the next one on November 23rd.

To whet your appetite, here’s a little slideshow and writeup from the ultra-exclusive “weekend edition” of Houstonist:

Houstonist Was There: Flavor Tripping at The Social

And if you live in Houston and love food and you haven’t yet joined the Houston Chowhounds, what are you waiting for?  Upcoming events include a special dinner at Himalaya cooked by Chef Kaiser Lashkari — with a portion of the proceeds going to benefit the Houston Food Bank — and a taco truck crawl.  You know you want to…

Scotch Eggs, Sauerkraut & Turkey Legs

In what is perhaps my unhealthiest entry to date, I’m going to chronicle a few of the things that Jenny, Aaron and I shoveled into our mouths this weekend at the Renaissance Festival.

Before we even got on the road to Plantersville, we headed over to Teotihuacan for breakfast.  Had to give our stomachs a little bit of a warmup session beforehand, after all.

Chips & Horchata

Jenny got a margarita (it’s 5:00 somewhere, I suppose), Aaron a coffee, and for me? A huge glass of ice-cold horchata. Teotihuacan serves some of the best horchata in town. This is the real stuff, too. None of this powdered mix crap.


My “grande breakfast” platter came to the table with a heaping mass of eggs and spicy chorizo, refried beans and freshly-made tortillas. As Jenny says, when you can nearly see through them for all the lard, that’s when you know they’re good. And for only $3.99, it’s pretty much the best damn deal around for breakfast.

An hour and a half later, we were finally pulling up to the parking area outside of the Renaissance Festival.  While I could take this entire post to expound upon the depth and breadth of weirdness that we encountered at the Ren Fest, I’ll instead direct you to Houstonist for more on that subject.  For now, we’ll just discuss the food.

Continue reading Scotch Eggs, Sauerkraut & Turkey Legs

Pizza Fusion: Organic Pizza Comes to Town

A new post this morning on Houstonist about the first and only certified organic restaurant in Houston, which will be opening in November: Pizza Fusion.

Green Pizza Comes to Houston

Located up north at Highway 249 and Louetta, Pizza Fusion will feature not only a totally organic menu and an extremely environmentally-conscious building, but a glut of gluten-free, lactose-free, vegetarian and vegan items on their menu.  They even have organic wine and gluten-free beer.  How freaking cool is that?

A side shout-out:  Cory, between the location and the menu, it’s like this restaurant was specially created for you and your wife.

When Pizza Fusion opens next month, you can be sure I’ll be one of their first customers — even if it means driving into the great unknown of north Houston.  😉