Parigis rules. Anyone who likes good food in Dallas knows this. If you don’t then how do we know each other? It’s fancy enough that you would feel awkward in shorts, but not too fancy to where you have to have a reservation on a Monday night (usually). I went last night with my dad (ya, I’m super cool and live with my parents when I’m in Dallas for work). We called at about 8 to make sure we could get a table and went on over. They use all locally sourced ingredients and don’t f*ck around with anything that isn’t fresh. They have specials that change daily, and I always recommend getting one of those, but you can’t go wrong with the veal Milanese or the parpadelle that are always on the menu. We had a quick dinner and some nice wine, and the whole time I kept saying “DAD” really loud so that people didn’t think we were together. I tend to make solo dinners with my dad more awkward for the ones around us. I just don’t want anyone to think I’m into old dudes. Gross.
Veal Milanese with Chopped Arugula
Blistered Shishito Peppers with Miso Aoli
Grilled Halibut with Zucchini Ribbons and Cherry Tomatoes
