Some of the best fried squid, ever.
When I last lived in Dallas, Toys was a tiny Thai & Vegetarian place around the corner from where I was living. Food was good, hot, and plentiful. Plus there was ambience that comes with a place filled up with greasy, stir-fry smoke, simmering peppers plus tofu and rice noodles.
Stopped in twice while I was there.
The second time, with my trusty Dallas guide, and with the help of a couple of warm sakes, ($1.25), the place felt different, albeit, the price structure seemed a little out of line for Dallas, [i]i.e.[/i], cheap.
Good grub.
It’s a note on a napkin, as I look over, and ask, “Hey, you got a pen I can use?”
I wound up grabbing a napkin and scribbling a note in blue crayon.
Squid, at least the ways I’ve had served before, is usually rubbery. Not that it’s bad, that’s just the way it’s been. Chewy. Until that afternoon in Toys.
To me, it tasted just like chicken-fried squid. However they prepared it, though, that made all the difference. Texture wasn’t just good – it was perfect. Just like chicken. Only, it was pretty obviously squid.
I wonder where they find fresh squid in Dallas? Trinity River Bottom?
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See? Not all Virgo’s are bashing me this week, per the weekly tome.
Lyle Lovett’s [url=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00000C2CO/fishinguideto-20]”Step Inside This House” – 2nd part of Steve Fromholz’s [i]Texas Trilogy[/i], “Well, the last time I remember the train stopping at the depot was when me and my Aunt Veta came riding back from Waco…”
Another – new subscriber – took one look at the [url=www.astrofish.net/intro.shtml]free scopes and decided that I was funny. Part of the point. While I’m serious about what I write, they are only horoscopes….
So the train was late getting into Austin, which, in turn, meant it as late getting every place thereafter. Seems like they made up some time between here and there, but according to the station master in Austin, “Freight takes precedence.”
Yeah, I know the feeling. Besides, I’ve traveled enough on the rails to understand that the Texas Sun can slow everything down Try cutting through South Texas in the summer sometime, you’d start moving at a more bucolic pace, too.
I wanted a nice picture a with a railroad theme. While trains may be commonplace elsewhere, around here? There’s one passenger train per day, going north. One passenger train per day, going south. Little more rare, round here.
Scene from railroad life, two elderly ladies, excuse me, middle-aged, playing cards, a pile of quarters in front of one woman and just handful in front of the other. Every porter who stopped by inquired about the stakes and who was winning. Just don’t see that kind of activity much these days.
I’m going to start calling the train my second home, along with airplanes for the next month or so.
“A gentleman never dances so well as the dancing master, and an ordinary fiddler makes better musique for a shilling than a gentleman will do after spending forty, and so in all the delights of the world almost.”
Samuel Pepys, (Jan. 27 1664)