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Brunch Of The Week: Whoop-E!

Brisket tacos in the morning. Burritos con huevos at night. When it comes to meals at E Bar Tex-Mex, you make all the rules. With breakfast items served all day, every […]

Brunch Of The Week: ¡Brunch!

If we could have one genre of breakfast food for the rest of our existence, it would be in the Mexican milieu. Or Tex-Mex more specifically. Because really, doesn’t salsa […]

Brunch Of The Week: Can You Digg It?

We just got our lab work back from the doctor. Luckily, we had no STDs, our cholesterol was normal, and our testosterone is off the charts. (You’ve been warned, fellas!) […]

Brunch Of The Week: That East Dallas Easy Feeling

For most of us, East Dallas means a trip to White Rock Lake. Or maybe the Dallas Arboretum. But if you venture a little further into Lake Highlands, you’ll find […]

Brunch Of The Week: Time For Your Morning Beer

There’s nothing quite as soul-soothing on a late Sunday morning as a plateful of biscuits and gravy. Yeah, we know: Carby carb carb carb. And it’s not exactly haute cuisine, […]

Brunch Of The Week: Circle Back Around

No Dallas homo is worthy of street cred if they haven’t eaten at the Original Market Diner on Harry Hines. The place is an institution and gayer than three silver-dollar […]

Brunch Of The Week: We’re Here, We Cheer

Often we go to brunch because we’re hungover from the night before. Other times, brunch makes us hungover the next day. And then sometimes, it’s both. Fortunately, East Dallas hotspot The […]

The Package Deal

It doesn’t take a genius to slap a piece of meat between two slices of bread. But when it comes to the sandwiches at Goodfriend Package Store in East Dallas, […]

Unleavened Heaven

We’re shaking up our usual Fall routine. Normally, we use the cooler weather and body-hiding sweaters and jackets as an excuse to pack on a few pounds. It starts at […]

All We Want For Christmas: Two Front Teets

The problem with so many holiday shows is the lack of partial nudity, drag queens and tassel-twirling. It’s as if Christmas is “for the children” or something insane like that. […]