I was more than excited when Andrew suggested Friday dinner at our favorite Thai place on Wednesday. When my dad and step-mom wanted to meet up with us, I was even happier because that meant more variety on the table. Andrew and I were down the street from the restaurant when we got a call - they were at a store nearby killing time and their battery died. No big deal, we turned around to meet them. Only the battery wasn't dead; a cable was corroded and the car needed to be towed, preferably to their mechanic on the other side of town. Since we have AAA, Andrew called a tow truck and we drove my step-mom across town while my dad rode with the driver (whose life story he got - apparently the guy was a repo man who got shot once?). We ended up going to a not-so-great Thai place and didn't get home until almost 10 p.m. I'm glad we were able to help them out, but it wasn't the dinner I had been craving.
We took it easy on Saturday - it was nearly 100 degrees here and too hot to move - and Andrew asked if I wanted to check out Cuchara, another restaurant on the Top 100 in Houston list. It's authentic Mexican and the menu sounded great. It features really cute murals inside and as a bonus, I could wear jeans. We got there and ordered a round of drinks - a house margarita for me and a paloma for him - and both were great. It was hard to decide what to order since everything sounded so good, but we started with mushroom and corn quesadillas. Andrew liked them but I thought they were pretty basic and the corn tortilla flavor was too dominant, but I know that's just my personal preference. For our entrees, Andrew ordered the cheese enchiladas that had rave reviews and I got the pork mole. The presentation of my dish was promising - little colorful mini crocks housed each component of the dish and the tortillas (corn, again) were served in a paper bag to the side. I took a bite of the black beans - no flavor. The rice was too salty for me and the white corn puree was just okay. But, I figured, if the mole was good, then it would be okay, right? It wasn't. There was little flavor and the pork was the worst texture due to being overcooked. I was not impressed, and as much as I hate wasting food, I left over half of my mole in the crock. Andrew's enchiladas weren't much better - just a mound of cheese in a tortilla covered with sauce with very little variety in texture or taste from bite to bite. I had been looking forward to coffee and dessert on Cuchara's menu but after these sad offerings that lacked flavor, we didn't bother. The place wasn't cheap so I was pretty bummed it was a bust.
Quesadillas | The Enchiladas | Pork Mole (see, cute presentation) | Beignets at The Honeymoon
But, since we both had our hearts set on coffee and dessert, Andrew asked if I wanted to go to The Honeymoon, a new place not too far away. The Honeymoon is inspired by places in New Orleans; it's a coffee shop in the morning, has sandwiches and salads by day, and is a bar at night. Coffee and desserts are also served at night, so that's what we wanted to check out (even though I went there for coffee a few weeks ago). It wasn't very crowded when we arrived, but everything was very disorganized. Apparently it was abnormal not to get a drink at that time of night. We got coffee (I liked my caramel latte with housemade syrup) and shared an order of beignets - they were good, but dense. Not a favorite. However, I love the idea of The Honeymoon and nothing was bad so I will definitely be back.
A pic I posted on Instagram a few weeks ago of The Honeymoon during the day.
I guess my main point is that sometimes restaurants stink. Sometimes you order wrong, and sometimes it just isn't that good. I'm glad we tried it, though - I would go back for drinks or happy hour, but I will never want to buy entrees there again (plus, that gets me to 48/100!). You win some and lose some and in a list of 100 restaurants, I'm bound to catch one on a bad day. And if that's the worst thing that happened to me this weekend, then my life really isn't all that bad.