By Jim Ayres |  Theodore Rex is no dinosaur. No fossils here. The cooking is of-the-moment, even forward thinking. Here I see the future of dining — gathering with friends, sharing unfussy dishes that are so good, so uplifting that no one frets over ingredients or how they’re prepared. This is post-foodie comfort fare, bolstering

By Jim Ayres – BuffBurger. The name had me scratching my head. Does it have buffalo burgers? The giant steer on the rear wall kind of looks like one. But there’s no bison on this menu. Are these the trendy “healthy hi-protein” burgers like the ones in Chelsea and WeHo, marketed to buff Boomer gym

By Jim Ayres But what about the food? I’ll tell you about it. In a bit. I must tell you first, however — my lord, Emmaline’s a beauty. Open and serene, the restaurant is one of the most stunning in the city. Light fills the dining room, giving the rattan café chairs, and barstools and

By Jim Ayres I still remember four years ago when I wrote these words, intended humorously, for the Montrose Star: “I’m breathless about Cleburne Cafeteria’s million-dollar makeover. New ambient lighting, tables and terrazzo from Italy, all to spotlight the nouveaux creations of Chef… Oh, wait a minute. I must have drifted to another universe! Cleburne

By Jim Ayres When I visited Doris Metropolitan recently, I was reminded that the space used to house Triniti, an haute cuisine favorite for several years. I became curious about chef Ryan Hildebrand’s next venture. It’s called FM Kitchen and Bar, it’s located just north of Washington off Shepherd, and it is glorious. Not in

By Jim Ayres When I learned I’d be dining at Doris, I immediately popped in my Pillow Talk DVD. I saw myself as Rock Hudson in a killer black suit/skinny tie/crisp white shirt ensemble. I shook a martini to bossa nova and imagined driving up in my Imperial convertible, there to meet Doris Day in

By Jim Ayres I begin this column not in Houston, but in a remote corner of Arlington, Texas where I’ve spent much of the past two weeks tending to affairs after a death in my family. It was a somber time, but also uplifting as I reconnected with family. We toasted my sister at a

By Jim Ayres Let’s step away from the new and trendy for a moment. Two of Houston’s biggest names in old school comfort classics are opening new locations. One makes me very happy. The other saddens me a little bit, but I understand completely. A recent Sabbath saw me celebrating Sunday Funday in Montrose. That’s

By Jim Ayres There’s a lot to love about Austin: The smell of cedar in the Hill Country air. Relaxing Barton Springs, amped up 6th Street. An affinity for blue. And, of course, the food. So, when an Austin-based restaurant sets up shop here, expect Houstonians—whether actual Austin expats or not—to line up around the

By Jim Ayres I’m so glad the Astros made the World Series! By the time this column hits the streets, we’ll know if the Astros won it all, but the night I visited Bosscat Kitchen & Libations, the Yankees were having none of it. Seated at the very last available table, I had a grand