Treat yourself to a real treat!

Willie G's bar seating

Willie G's bar seating

OMG (as we say so succinctly in Internet-speak)! Or, better yet, how about a good old-fashioned WOW!

If you happen to be in the vicinity of the Strand and find yourself in the mood for a light yet sumptuous dinner, there’s only one place to go: Willie G’s at Pier 21 on the old downtown Galveston waterfront.

And while I’m at it, let me make this really simple for you and tell you exactly what to order. Got a pencil? Good! Here we go:

First, a nice bottle of wine. Get off on the right foot. Don’t be silly and waste time poring over the wine list. Just order the Chateau Ste. Michelle Riesling, a delicate, faintly sweet, smooth, and delicious nectar from my erstwhile home state of Washington and a long-time favorite of your humble author. Best not to question the judgment here; if you fail to order this wine, you will flog yourself later, guaranteed. Read the rest of this entry »

Sushi—done right, nothing better!

So me and my new good buddy Cindy (yes, Mrs. Rune, I know I should say “my new good buddy Cindy and I” but that just doesn’t work in Texas) met up this afternoon for a little long-overdue social interaction, not to mention a delightful island repast. Great time!

The Spot

The Spot

Having opted to blow off a previously scheduled engagement (I won’t tell tales out of school, dear friend), Cindy texted me from the Tiki Bar at The Spot on Seawall Boulevard to come down and meet her for a beer.

The Spot must be the quintessential Galveston Island hangout so no arm-twisting was required.

I had been there once before, with r (hi, r!), back in June when r and I were down here power-shopping for a house. On this visit, though, Cindy managed to snag a table for us inside. Of course, by “inside” I just mean there’s a roof over our heads. Other than that, though, it’s an open-air venue, great for Gulf breezes and Gulf views. Very nice! Read the rest of this entry »

Balinese or bust!

Ceiling decor at the Balinese

Ceiling decor at the Balinese

Well, we made it, but not in time for dinner.

It all started late on a Friday afternoon, a summer afternoon after work. Me and Crump (yes, I know, Mrs. Rune, it should be “Crump and I”), my old high-school buddy and very first roommate, found ourselves breezing along some highway near downtown Big D (little-A-double-L-A-S) in her old tan quasi-beater Buick, windows rolled down, wind in our hair, eager to start the weekend off right.

That’s when we first began tossing around ideas for that evening’s dinner and thinking about possible venues. (What, cook at the apartment? And have to serve the cockaroaches, too? Surely, you jest!)

So back and forth it went—how about Mexican? Always a favorite! Or what about Chinese? Well, who doesn’t love Chinese? No, wait a second—I’ve got it! Seafood! Oh, yeah, seafood! Now, we’re talkin’! And then the next question: But where?

Well, in the heart of dusty Dallas, there really was no good choice, not one that we could afford, anyway. Apart from old reliable, Jay’s Marine Grill (that classic if somewhat tattered family favorite, with red-lipsticked waitresses old enough to be your grandmother), where could we possibly go? Read the rest of this entry »