Midtown isn’t necessarily known for food, unless you’re talking about hitting the Kimchi fries food truck outside of PubFiction after a night Howling at the Moon. But, I actually visit Midtown more now for food than Vodka Sodas. Enter: Izakaya, which claims to be Houston’s only Japanese gastropub, and honestly I haven’t seen anything else … Continue reading
It was two of my friends’ birthdays (twins, btw) and our friends group was in crunch time: T-1 week before their big 2-5. We had to go big or go home. We discussed surprise parties and “Twinner” (Twin-dinner), but we knew they wanted to go out and have a night on the town, God bless … Continue reading
This past weekend post brunch, the crew and I decided to walk off the massive amounts of carbs, eggs, and mimosas that we had just consumed and spent the rest of the afternoon outdoors at the Cigna Sunday Streets on Washington Ave. Cigna Sunday Streets is an initiative by “Go Healthy Houston” for people to get physically … Continue reading
Midtown has a snapchat filter. Courtesy of yours truly. And I’m more than a little bit excited about it. Houston had two days worth of snap stories. And now Midtown has a filter. And also Montrose. And UH. And Sugarland. And Clear Lake. And probably more. I’m beyond excited. Houston is totally on the map. … Continue reading
There is a place in Midtown that is particularly whimsical. There are no sports bars or frat boys in sight. Instead there are fairy lights, outdoor patios, thrift shops, boutiques, and live music playing nightly. Nestled in this unique block of Houston culture that hugs Main Street at the Ensemble/HCC Metro Rail stop, one finds Sparrow Bar … Continue reading
Did you read this title and think: Oh the blasphemy!?? Are you one of those people who swear by the hangover healing and nutritional power of the sprouts and suspicious guac spread that define the signature Jimmy John’s sandwiches? Well, in that case this post probs isn’t for you. But if by chance you’re feeling like it’s time … Continue reading
It’s Thursday. It’s a typical Houston night. The sun set hours ago, but it’s still blazing hot, and you’re sweating like a pig in the triple digit humidity. You’re packed in like sardines on some make shift bleachers. You’re jumping up and down like you have ants in your pants. Your neighbors sweat becomes yours as you push your way to the front … Continue reading
So the conversation starts out like usual. There’s the pick-up line, the where ya from/where do ya work small talk, you find something in common, the conversation gets a little flirty, and then BAM invitation to meet up. So assuming you want to meet up [and not hook up] the pressure is on to find … Continue reading