bolsa pt I

bolsa pt I

614 west davis street
dallas, texas 75208

i’m eating the brunch burger (unrivaled… shout out fried egg and slab of bacon). i’m wearing escada sleeveless sweater from the $5 bin at uptown consignment on cole avenue (check the shop’s twitter @couturestyle for updates), rag & bone cut-off denim shorts, rag & bone beat up newbury boots in ivory suede.

let me begin by saying i just absolutely adore bolsa. from the time i decided to move to dallas and came down on an apartment hunting excursion and my roommate took me to bolsa, i have been unashamedly hooked. however, sunday was just scorching. (i even agreed not to photograph my companions as it was so sticky they were embarrassed to be pictured), and my photo was taken pre-indulgent-and-exceedingly-sweaty-brunch

that said, extreme sport conditions aside, the food remained top-tier. i better know i’m going to bolsa about a week prior so that i can begin to store some kcals in anticipation. the mere fact that people were queuing for an hour-plus in 105 degree heat (and bishop arts is sadly lacking in the whole shade/cool-waiting-space concept) to sit on a 105-degree patio speaks volumes for bolsa’s pull

the atmosphere is electric. families, chic and trendy couples, dallas’ versions of carrie, samantha, miranda, and charlotte… everyone is welcomed, and found, at bolsa, chomping on massive meals but feeling ok about doing so, given that the incredible chefs and concept people insist on locally-sourced organic ingredients. the space itself is quirky and fun, a truly unique hideout amidst its innumerable competitors


cafe izmair pt I

cafe izmair pt I

cafe izmair
3711 greenville avenue
dallas, texas 75206

she eats large greek chabouli salad. she glams with the favourite of chic parisian babes, (yves… still in my heart) saint laurent rouge pur couture. makes us feel like we are strolling the champs elysees and smoking gitanes

but, cafe izmair is a hot second away from another world, (in my mind the ideal would be chomping (or daintily munching a baguette and staring longingly up at the atelier of jean paul gaultier). sunday nights, the cafe has $4 glasses of red wine-based sangria & chopped fruit. my companion swears she received all of her fruit & veggie servings in a single glass

izmair is a favourite of locals young & old, rich & poor. i’ll never forget going home with my uber-cultured roommate at boarding school, only to be lectured by her even more cultured father on the benefits of a truly great ethnic restaurant. cafe izmair checks all his tried-and-true food snob boxes. the authenticity pours out of every dish, every drink, every word the waiters speak. (and on my birthday, they brought us a free bottle of wine and a sharpie for all my girls to sign in memory of our evening)

hg sply co redux

hg sply co redux

2008 greenville avenue
dallas, texas 75206

our second journey to this tyke (opened about a month ago) of a restaurant was even more enjoyable than our first. a very hip, stunning waitress with bomb-ass skin (read: etherial glowing) presented us with some Original Sin and cochonita nachos, complete with a gluten-free pita chip base topped with a mound of avocados and pulled pork. i was absolutely popping by the time we hit the bottom layer of pita, but managed to balance the cals with some baby spinach, kale, and quinoa salad . please note, waitress prefaced this dish with: “ummm, i hope you REALLY like kale”, and luckily, i do. the dish was a bit dry but it made me feel like i was giving my body some well-deserved positive affirmation. that’s what’s up.



4152 Cole Avenue
Dallas, Texas 75204

bag: chloe

only my second time to komali, but i returned primarily to inhale the appetizer of mexican street corn, mixed with lime and chile powder and bound by spicy mayo. it’s like the bad ass brother of a summertime sample of corn on the cob.

the restaurant itself is interesting, because it’s mainstream on some levels, yet also somewhat quirky. in a city teeming with tex-mex of all shapes & sizes, komali finds its voice through its (primarily) more health-conscious menu. naturally, i fall in love with the dishes held together by mayonnaise, but what can i say?

on the patio, diners can watch bulky guys entering and exiting a somewhat mysterious fighting club, which i find very exciting. inside, the decor is stark and clean yet also inviting. like sitting indian style in your socks in your best friend’s all-white living room

seriously, though, if you’re craving creamed corn with a kick, find yourself a date and head to komali, it can serve as your main course, promise.

xl iced coffee in the park

xl iced coffee in the park

klyde warren park

2012 Woodall Rogers Freeway
Dallas, Texas 75201

this morning i braved the heat, grabbed a gigantic iced latte, and headed for the mecca of people watching in the dallas summer: klyde warren park. admittedly, i love the proximity to both the dallas museum of art (exhibit pictured at right) and the nasher sculpture center, but i also commend the fellowship the park brings to dallas

i was on the early end of the crowds, or perhaps between the early risers and the midday lunch crowd. there were even open tables (gasp) for me to enjoy my homemade rice cake (whole foods has the best, non-GMO) with crunchy almond butter, organic applesauce, chia seeds, and cherry-flavoured cranberries (nod to Sprouts Market on Henderson). this delicious breakfast “pastry” may sound revolting, but i promise, it’ll make your mornings more bearable (and lower-cal)

today, i contented myself with watching the heaps of families, couples, singles, kids, dogs… everyone was playing on the lawn or in the vast fountains or on the playpark, or lining up for the feasts of the food trucks. today, even cool haus, the to-die-for made-to-order ice cream sandwich truck, graced klyde warren’s sidebars with its presence. sunday morning was much more relaxed by nature than previous days i’ve been, most of which were saturdays. today there was ample room for everyone

after getting my fill of dallas people watching, i headed across the street to the dallas museum of art to visit cindy sherman and friends once more before she departs. i also visited the Body Beautiful exhibit, detailing the Greeks and their affinity for the nude form. i found the below quip extremely insightful into the ancient grecian mindset regarding beauty:

“men were far more frequently shown naked in art. sculptors and painters strove to portray the clothed female body in ever more sophisticated ways. drapery could reveal as much as it concealed, often to erotic effect.”

(modern fashion designers who ascribe to this belief: Helmut Lang, Raf Simons at Dior, 10 Crosby Derek Lam, and Dries van Noten, among others)

i also breezed through many other wings of the museum, camera in tow, only to find that my curiousity was far more aroused by the perhaps lesser-known works:

The Golden Fleece Ring (2008)
Giovanni Coruaja
18-karat gold with a mossy exterior. almost as though it has been buried for years, and upon excavation, the gold remained glossy and untarnished. only the outside shows signs of the decades

Fernando Campana, Humberto Campana
18-karat gold
the long, draping necklace could highlight the curves of all women, and must be worn as a centerpiece, on either a nude canvas or a monochromatic, clinging outfit to allow the piece to speak for itself

The Fountain of Vaucluse (1841)
Thomas Cole
transformational- puts the viewer in this surreal peace, yet state of immense threat and power. it’s absolutely divine in the sense that you can’t decide what to feel- teetering on the edge of shadow and extreme light, one is unsure if demise or power is impending

than the more famous, such as Georgia O’Keefe’s Grey, Blue, Black, Pink, and Green Circle (1929)

dallas food trucks: the butcher’s son pt II

dallas food trucks: the butcher's son pt II

she’s wearing j.crew lightweight bomber in army green and Mossimo for Target heels. she carries a kate spade ny bag

she’s eating the beef tenderloin quesadilla with caramelized onions, grilled mushrooms, and swiss cheese

the experience in total was completely enjoyable. seeing people getting excited about food and culture and interacting in a town like dallas is huge. dallas, in comparison to cities like new york and boston, seems more disjointed. perhaps this is due to lack of a widely-used transportation system or to the nature of the social structure, but anytime it feels the mold is being shaken, i get all fired up.

the food truck scene was like a little community. people taking lunch breaks and drinking in the gorgeous afternoon, people sampling each other’s pho or cupcake bites, people meeting for the first time, babies running around all our legs, it was heartwarming in many ways. not to mention, completely gastronomically satisfying.

the butcher’s son is phenomenal: experimental and satiating dishes with the perfect portions. the toppings and additions to simple sandwiches and quesadillas proved classic but just quirky enough to cause me to want to come back and try just a few more items on this menu…

dallas food trucks: the butcher’s son pt I

dallas food trucks: the butcher's son pt I

the butcher’s son

Dallas, Texas

food trucks parked outside of AT&T headquarters. i’m wearing vintage akris punto button-down, rag & bone plush twill jeans (rolled), and diane von furstenburg suede pumps. carrying an American Apparel leather tote.

talk about gourmet food trucks. roaming around the hugely popular food truck scene was a lunchtime feast for all the senses. this week, many of dallas’ food trucks parked outside of the AT&T building at 208 S Akard Street in downtown dallas. not only was it extremely entertaining to browse the somewhat eccentric offerings by a number of the gourmet food trucks, but proceeds went to assist Oklahoma families impacted by the destruction from May tornadoes. the offerings were insane! i felt like a child in Dylan’s Candy Bar: i kept dragging my friend to look at every truck until i’d assessed and realized i’d never be completely satisfied with my choice, so i simply ordered what she ordered (forgive my lack of spine on this one, but my mouth was just watering over it all– blame the indecision on my taste buds)