Nino’s Italian Restaurant (***)

Posted on January 1st, 2004 in Houston,Restaurant Reviews by mynagirl

Nino’s Restaurant

2817 West Dallas

Houston, Tx 77019

713 522 5120

 

This year we decided to do the big evening out for New Year’s. Our daughter would be up in Indiana (instead of down here in Houston with us) and so we would be left to our own devices for evening entertainment if we so chose. Lucky for us, our favorite live band was playing at our favorite club and we decided to make a whole evening of it.

Of course, the perfect start to that type of evening has to be the just-right spot to eat. In a place like Houston, there are so many great spots to choose from, even when I limited myself to the spots near the house. I was looking for the exact right combination of ambiance, price, location, and food to fit the evening’s adventures. I knew I was going to go dressy with the outfit but I didn’t want to totally over-kill, money-wise, on dinner: it was just going to be the two of us and neither of us are big enough drinkers to make it worth it to go all-out with the wine-and-after-dinner-ports type feast.

I knew I wanted a known quantity; for a fun evening out I wasn’t interested in breaking new ground. Most important on the list was good food. Next was an intimate ambiance, not too clattery. And of course, not too much of a schlep: close to our house (in the Heights), close to downtown. One of my first thoughts was Vincent’s… we love the rotisserie chicken, it’s so close to the house, and it hit that perfect mid-price point I was looking for. When making the reservation, I switched to Vincent’s next-door brother restaurant, Nino’s, instead — similarly wonderful food (including that famous chicken), but with a more intimate atmosphere.

The New Year’s reservations process was pretty straightforward; we had to give a credit card and confirm on the day. We were also warned to get there on time or risk losing our table and that we’d only have a two-hour window for dinner. All seemed like reasonable rules, given the logistics of the holiday. The staff handled everything smoothly when we arrived: they sat us exactly on time at a great little table in the center of the downstairs floor but nestled near a plant stand so it still felt private. Everything proceeded perfectly from there; our orders were taken precisely and accurately, our drinks brought out fairly quickly, and our appetizers, entrées and desserts perfectly spaced. And the food was fabulous! I had Penne alla Vodka (pasta in a tomato cream sauce with vodka, one of my favorites) and Scott had the Pollo Pasquale (chicken stuffed with sausage and mushrooms, very tasty)!

The very precision of our food delivery, actually, was an amazing feat: going out on New Year’s Eve is pretty much like going out on prom night and Mother’s Day all rolled into one; even a well-oiled restaurant machine can get overwhelmed with large conflagrations of young couples and big family groups. Although Nino’s seemed able to handle the influx of crowd, New Year’s Eve is definitely amateur’s night out, and I think the staff at Nino’s knew that. Actually, there’s my disappointment with the evening. While mechanically it was flawless, it lacked the normal warmth and intimacy that we’ve come come to love about eating at a Mandola restaurant. When we sat down and ordered our first drinks (I started out with an espresso and a Pellegrino, Scott with a Diet Coke), I speculate that our waiter pegged us as penny pinchers in from the sticks because we didn’t order any wine or bar drinks right off the bat (I needed a little caffeine first!!). His service was robotical after that. He got our appetizer and entrée order at the same time and was one notch less communicative than abrupt the entire time, I’d say. He may have just been busy because of the holiday crowd or he may just not be that kind of smoochie-face waiter, but I did expect more of a “gracious host” type feel from the Nino’s waitstaff.

Of course we’ll go again, both to Nino’s and Vincent’s. The food’s too good, and we’ve received outstanding service at both places before. I’ll chalk up this particular service experience to a busy holiday night, and really, it’s a minor nit I’m picking with this review. Our food was still of excellent quality and came out with perfect timing. Our waiter did still attend to our drinks (perhaps a little more when Mr. Mandola was within earshot) and he wasn’t rude, just… dismissive. Next time I’ll hope for a little more of that family feel.

Why I Am A Hermit

Posted on January 1st, 2004 in Commentary,Engineerboy by EngineerBoy
A Hermit, But Not Crabby

A Hermit, But Not Crabby

There are people who really enjoy socializing, there are people who merely tolerate it, and there are those who dislike it. I am in the latter category. It’s not that I dislike people, particularly, it’s just that it takes tremendous effort for me to make small talk and be “sociable”. I’m not socially awkward, or anything, and am pretty personable when I put my mind to it. But that’s the issue…I spend my workdays with my professional face on, and the last thing I want to do with my leisure time is put on my sociable face. I want to relax and be myself. And there is a very small circle of people around whom I’m comfortable doing that, and (more importantly) whom are comfortable around me in that mode.

You see, my basic nature is that I’m a surly, sarcastic curmudgeon. I feel that being myself in “socializing” situations is not appropriate, so I have to sort of tone it down and be a bit more sociable, and this takes effort and concentration, so socializing is not relaxing for me in any way. Now, my family knows me and understands that with them I’m all bark and no bite, and don’t take any of my curmudgeonliness seriously (because it’s not meant seriously).

Alone <> Lonely

Also, when I’m not with my close circle of friends/family, I’m very comfortable with my own company. I *like* solitude. In fact, when I’m not with my inner circle, I prefer to be by myself. I know that there are people who are energized and recharged by spending time with people, but I am the opposite. I find time alone to be soothing and rejuvenating, and time spent with non-close friends and acquaintances to be a draining chore. That’s not a reflection in any way on people in general, and does not indicate that I find the individuals themselves to be draining chores. It’s just that I will invariably prefer to spend my time with my inner circle or alone rather than with someone with whom I am not close.

You see, I have come to the conclusion that my available time is divided between four primary categories – Career, Life Maintenance, Family/Leisure Time, and Social Obligations.

Career – I spend a lot of time on my career, but I am fortunate in that I can bring a fair portion of it home and do not have to be chained to my desk to be effective. And in our house there is a routine that the time after work is sort of unstructured, but most evenings includes the whole family at the dining table working on stuff at a sort of a low-intensity, while also interacting and playing things by ear. So, the work at home doesn’t consist of being locked away working intensely and hoping to not be “disturbed”. After-work time is a bouillabaisse of working, talking, watching TV, cleaning, playing with the dogs, kanoodling, kibbitzing, knoshing, etc. So, the nice thing about my career is that I can work hard at it without abandoning my family life.

Life Maintenance – Life Maintenance is stuff like cleaning, cooking, home repairs, paying bills, haircuts, yard work, renewing driver’s licenses, getting the car inspected, grocery shopping, doctor/dentist visits, etc. Trust me when I tell you that I expend the minimum amount of time on these activities as is humanly possible while still *having* a life to maintain.

Family/Leisure time – This is the category that I try to maximize, while still having a career and a life that’s organized enough to be livable. However, I *have* to do the first two (Career, Life Maintenance) to be able to have Family/Leisure time. We don’t have a lavish lifestyle, but neither are we independently wealthy. we have to earn our own money, and we can’t afford to pay others to organize our life.

Social Obligations – So, after all of the above, the “Social Obligation” category gets the short shrift from me. The combination of being low on my priority list plus being something that I do not enjoy means that I spend as little time as possible on Social Obligations. Now, Mynagirl and TheGIRL are both more social than I am, so we compromise on a mutually acceptable amount of socializing, but it’s not something that I seek to do on my own.

We Are Family

Most importantly, I love every moment I spend with my wife and daughter, and prefer spending time with them over just about anything else in this world. And that is not a canned platitude for this column, that’s the literal truth. I like playing golf, but not enough to give up 1/4 of my precious weekend time away from my family on a regular basis. I like going to the movies, but it’s only worth it to me if it’s a family activity. In fact, I can’t comprehend people who feel the need to “get away” from their families, for some reason. How sad that must be. Nothing makes me happier than having unstructured, footloose time at home.

For example, over Christmas we spent hours playing poker, which Mynagirl and The G-I-R-L are just learning, and we had a blast. We played for chips, not money, and spent the whole time talking and laughing and joking and just being together. I cannot think of any way to spend my time that I would enjoy more than just being with them playing cards (or doing whatever).

My Blind Spot

I know it’s not a zero-sum game where you either spend time solely with your inner circle or you are a social butterfly. I’m sure there are people who feel exactly like I do about their close friends and family, but then also enjoy socializing with semi-strangers (for lack of a better term). And that’s something I just cannot comprehend. I mean, I know people who like sushi, which I loathe, but I can understand them liking it, because it’s fresh and clean and healthy and interesting.

But I cannot fathom the desire to spend time with semi-strangers. If I could interview a social butterfly, I’d have so many questions. How can you possibly care about the stories or problems or opinions of semi-strangers? You socialize with them for the most random of reasons, such as they work in your office, or hang out at the same bar, or belong to the same gym, or live in your neighborhood. Are you so desperate for companionship or attention that the company of Random Person Number #37 is fulfilling? Are you so non-selective that these random people seem like good friend-candidates simply because they are right there in front of you?

”You know, Bob sits in the cube right next to mine. Gosh, I hope he’ll be best man at my wedding!”insert names of people whose names you won’t even remember in five years

“Hey, Mary gets her nails done at the same shop as me. I should tell her all the true feelings that I keep inside and don’t tell my husband or family!”

“Well, I know that I’ve been working late all week, and haven’t seen my family, but I think I’d like to spend Saturday golfing with .”

“My wife is feeling a little self-conscious about her weight lately. I think I’ll respond to that by sneaking off to a strip club with my Neanderthal friends.”

“Jane lives in the same building as me. That fills me with such strong feelings of sisterhood that I know we’ll be friends forever!”

Now, those are slightly over-simplified exaggerations, but only slightly. To me, the actions of social butterflies basically look like the above. Suffice it to say that I don’t understand what drives social butterflies, and I’m old enough and set enough in my thoughts and ways that I never will.

Caveat Rantor

All of the above being said, I do have one point of clarification – if you are new in your town or single or just looking for a new set of friends, I totally understand wanting to socialize and mingle and try new folks on for size. The things I am talking about here don’t apply to people in that situation. What I don’t understand is people who HAVE close friends and HAVE a family and a full life but STILL willfully choose to make the time to regularly socialize with semi-strangers.

Sanctum Sanctorum

What it comes down to for me is that I find peace, rejuvenation, and joy from being with a small circle of close friends and family. My inner-circle is my sanctuary, where everybody knows my name (and my game), and where I feel completely safe, completely fulfilled, and completely happy. Anything else (less) is simply in the way of me having my life. Socializing with semi-strangers is a chore to be dispensed with as quickly as possible so that I can get back to my real life with my close friends and family. I’ll never be a politician, a cruise director, a game show host, or a party planner, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ragazza (**½)

Posted on January 1st, 2004 in Houston,Restaurant Reviews by mynagirl

Ragazza

920 Studemont

Houston TX 77007

713 864 3700

We’ve been meaning to try this place since it originally opened as The Rivendell, but the Rivendell closed down so quickly we never got a chance. The new joint, Ragazza, shows the hallmarks of being a vulturous re-incarnation — the strategy is that you let the other guy pour all the money into the fixtures and furnishings and opening the place, then let him spend but not recover enough money to keep the place open, and you then swoop in and set up your own shop at rock-bottom prices without even having to hire a decorator.

The location is a bit odd and may have contributed to the Rivendell’s tough time of it — it’s in the new strip center at the Southeast corner of Montrose and Washington. The neighborhood is definitely going upscale, with the new townhomes and nice apartment houses, but the décor of the restaurant aims a bit too high for a strip center restaurant… even a nice, new, stucco strip center. Even in non-zoned Houston, where eclectic is the name of the game, a stand-alone structure is usually an easier sell than the corner shop at a non-established retail center next to an eyeglass place.

Although the place looked uninviting from the outside (the wood blinds are drawn against the late afternoon sunshine), once inside, Ragazza’s ambiance was very cozy and welcoming on a quiet Thursday evening after work. The ambiance is sort of James Bond ski lodge: pale yellow walls, exposed stone pillars, and really nice cushy half-moon booths for good conversation. As I mentioned, the place definitely aims for upscale: a baby grand piano is just inside the entrance, and waiter was crisply dressed and quite attentive.

After having eaten and paid for an entire meal there, however, I have to say that Ragazza has the feel like they swooped in to buy the upscale restaurant space but they’re not ready (or they don’t have the funding to be) a restaurant at the level that they or their prices aim to be. Please keep in mind that while I’ve worked in several restaurants throughout my life, they were places like “Goodall’s Country Restaurant” and “Goofy’s”… I’m no real expert on white linen cuisine, although a four-year stint in consulting and the fact that I do like to eat has turned me in to something of an aficionado of eating out. Engineerboy, however, has some experience with the business side of finer dining, and so my case before you is based on both our perceptions and conversation about the meal.

Our meal consisted of:

Italian bread with dipping sauce

Glass of Pinot Grigio (for me)

Shrimp bisque

Mushroom Ravioli with Grilled Shrimp

Meal total, before tip: $57

Sorry, I should be able to tell you we each ordered a different appetizer and main dish, but we didn’t; how boring is that?!

First off, the service was excellent; they’re definitely hitting the mark in that category. But the rest of the meal is where I feel they don’t live up to what they promise when you walk in the door and with the prices you see on the menu. The complimentary bread was tasty but served in a tiny bowl and not refilled unless asked. The dipping sauce was olive oil with spices — good but it would benefit it if they would go the extra step to use fresh garlic instead of garlic paste or garlic powder. We both agreed the bisque was ordinary, barely a notch above a canned soup. It wasn’t horrible, maybe a canned tomato soup base made with a heavy cream, and the shrimp chunks in it were of a decent size, definitely fresh grilled shrimp. But it was overly peppered, no more subtle flavors thrown in there. I definitely didn’t taste the sherry accent that was promised on the menu. The mushroom ravioli was tasty in a yummy cream sauce, but Scott didn’t think his pasta was quite hot enough (I didn’t notice anything wrong with mine, temperature-wise, so I guess mine were fine). And the mushrooms inside just seemed to be ordinary mushrooms, nothing more exotic or woodsy woven in the dish for extra flavor.

With all the dining choices in Houston, it seems to me that Ragazza, for $57 before tip, should have given their dishes that extra little bit of zip, love, creativity, spice, or whatever to live up to the fancy décor, the great waitstaff, and the mid-market prices. Otherwise they’re going to have trouble doing any better than Rivendell, and we might yet live to see their successor… The Ravenswood.

“Sport” Hunting Is Indefensible

Posted on December 1st, 2003 in Commentary by EngineerBoy

I am comfortable with the food chain, and I’m no PETA-belonging tree-hugger. I eat meat, wear leather, smush bugs, and own pets (dogs and cats, maybe an aquarium soon). I try to choose products like free-range chickens and eggs from nesting hens, and I eat beef because it seems that most cows have a pretty cruelty-free life (up to the last part, at least). I stay away from things like veal and pâté, which can’t be produced in non-cruel ways, and I don’t wear (nor buy as presents) any type of fur, since most fur bearing animals are raised solely so that their fur can be harvested for adornment, whereas the vast majority of leather comes from cows that were processed for meat, which is a necessity of life (sorry, vegetarians).

So, while I believe that man has the right to exercise his place at the top of the food chain, I also think that it is the very definition of humanity that we not objectify the natural world or feel that we have to right to do anything we want to animals, no matter how cruel or selfish, just because they are animals.

There’s a summary of my animal politics. I’m pretty much in the middle of the pack, in my experience, and I’m certainly not an extremist of any stripe.

David the Deer, Meet Goliath the Goober

However, I cannot even begin to understand “sport” hunting. In fact, I assert that there is no such thing as “sport” hunting, as sport implies some sort of contest between competitively matched opponents, and the last time I checked deer hadn’t started carrying high-powered rifles, or even wearing bullet-proof vests. No, in today’s world hunting is nothing more than ritualized killing. Slaughter for pleasure. Torture for gratification.

I can hear some of you out there saying that I don’t understand hunting (or fishing). But I do. I was raised in South Texas, and the opening of deer season was a national holiday for the males (and some of the females) in my family. Also, my family members ate what they shot or caught (for the most part), and were all from an income bracket where the game and fish brought into the household helped extend the meager family budgets. As a boy I had pellet guns, shot birds around my house, went hunting with my uncles, and fished 2-3 times a week in the summer. However, as I got older (mid-teens) I lost my taste for it, realizing that I did not experience the “thrill of the hunt”, and instead started to question my own humanity because I was attempting to kill simply for sport.

Bloodbath and Beyond (turn of phrase courtesy of The Simpsons)

And that’s really what it comes down to. Hunting is about killing. Period. Hunters can try to rationalize that it is about being outdoors, applying skills that allow the hunter to get close enough for the kill. But you can do all that without killing. Take a camera with you – no zoom lens – and try to take a close-up of the animal you used to try to kill. Taking a picture has every single other element of hunting except the kill. So, if it’s not about killing, then don’t kill. So simple, yes?

No. Some hunters will say that since they use a bow and arrow, they’ve leveled the playing field. Actually, what bow hunting does is lead to more wounded animals running off to die from painful infections or to be caught by predators because they are slowed by their wounds. Is bow hunting more “fair” than high-powered rifle hunting? Yes, but that’s beside the point, because the point is actually why do you feel you must kill innocent animals?

Other hunters will say that the natural order of things puts man at the top of the food chain, and the soul-less, un-self-aware animals are there for us to terrify/torture/slaughter as we see fit. Now, I partially agree with this, in that I think that the human body was designed to need meat to be healthy, and I’m okay with animal husbandry that puts meat on my table. However, the assembly-line slaughter of meat-producing farm animals, while certainly not pleasant, is in no way comparable to a self-aware human who willfully chooses to spend their time hunting down and attempting to kill simply for their own gratification and blood-lust.

No Reasonable Doubt

I’m pretty open-minded, and can usually see both sides of most hot-button issues, but in this case I really see no way that anyone can dispute that sport hunting is solely about taking pleasure from killing. Some say that there is a challenge involved that gives satisfaction, and it’s not about the kill. To them I say why not go camping in the woods, find an old stump, and face down the challenge of trying to dig up the stump. Now there’s a challenge for you.

If you need the thrill of the hunt, then try paint-ball against humans. If you need to prove your sniper-like rifle skills, take up the biathlon (for the goobers who think this involves lesbian action, the biathlon is a winter sport that combines cross-country skiing with target shooting). If you think you must hone your hunting skills to be able to survive the coming collapse of civilization, please seek professional help. If you think you’re doing good by helping to control the animal population, that’s a crock, unless you hunt reluctantly and with great remorse, and even then you must have some sort of psychopathic bloodlust to pick this one area in which to practice your philanthropy.

The One Exception

The only justification for hunting, in my book, is survival. But then it is not “sport” hunting, it is a survival skill. There are people of limited means who actually can’t afford to put enough store-bought protein on their dinner tables, and must hunt in order to make ends meet. They are exempt, in my opinion, from any condemnation of “sport” hunting.

Ask Why

But with that one exception, I ask all “sport” hunters to ask themselves why they hunt. Why they feel the need to use incomprehensibly advanced weapons and tactics against innocent beings. Why they cannot take joy simply by being outdoors and experiencing nature instead of having to destroy it. Why their own lives make them feel so powerless or weak that they must somehow demonstrate their power and strength by killing defenseless creatures.

Study after study have shown that there is an irrefutable link between violence against animals and psychotic, sociopathic tendencies. A hunter who can desensitize himself to the obvious terror and pain he inflicts on his prey also becomes desensitized to violence against humans, most frequently his own family.

So, stop the cycle. If your father taught you to hunt, you may have nostalgic feelings about it, but that still doesn’t make it right. Hunting does not “make you a man”. In fact, it makes you sub-human. So stop. Don’t teach your children to hunt. Don’t tell them that it’s what men do. Don’t take glory from the carcasses adorning your wall. There is no glory in slaughter, only shame.

King Biscuit Restaurant – Mediocre

Posted on November 14th, 2003 in Houston,Restaurant Reviews by EngineerBoy

King Biscuit
1606 White Oak Dr
Houston, TX 77009
Phone: (713) 861-2328

The King Biscuit restaurant is tucked back in an old Houston Heights neighborhood along White Oak bayou. The menu is fairly extensive, including soups, salads, hamburgers, sandwiches, seafood, steaks, pork chops, etc, and the ambience is sort of kitschy-Heights. The building appears to have grown organically from an old gas station, and is tucked into a V in the road. There is almost zero designated parking, so you usually have to park on the streets of the surrounding neighborhood. There is a nice patio with a good view of the bayou, but it is usually infested with hard-core smokers making anything you eat out there taste like you’re licking it out of a used ashtray.

We have not been impressed with the food quality on our last couple of visits, and while the food isn’t terrible, it’s really nothing special. So, given the wide variety of excellent eats in Houston, I think King Biscuit is going to drop out of our restaurant rotation, at least for a while. A few years ago the food was noticeably better, and we hope that the quality starts to improve again, as we like this place and want it to be good.

Review of the NordicTrack CX 995 Elliptical

Posted on August 2nd, 2003 in Product Reviews,Technology by EngineerBoy

We purchased the NordicTrack CX 995 Elliptical Trainer (aka CX995 or NTE1392) recently, directly from the NordicTrack website. The online experience was smooth, and the product was delivered within the promised time frame. Here are our impressions of the unit, so far:

If I Were Already Hercules, I Wouldn’t Need This Thing!

Please note that their delivery company only delivers curb-side, and will not bring the unit inside. They clearly state this in the shipping section, but the full impact does not hit home until the delivery guy leaves you with a 260 lb. cardboard box, secured with straps, sitting on a wooden pallet in your garage. You can take about ¼ of the weight out of the box by schlepping in the smaller bits and pieces, but the main unit, with the attached elliptical ramps, is all in one piece. In our case we were installing the unit in our upstairs bedroom, and getting it upstairs was quite a challenging chore. Be sure you have two strong, competent, affable people to wrangle the thing, because it’s pretty frustrating.

Some Assembly Required, Some More Assembly Required, More and More Assembly Required…!

Assembly is also a bit of a chore, but if you’ve ever bought a complicated piece of furniture from IKEA or some other put-it-together-yourself place, you can probably handle it. Keep in mind that assembly is definitely a two-person activity, as there are several cases where things have to be held in place and aligned, while other things are assembled/inserted/etc. Again, the directions clearly state that two people are needed, so believe it. It took us about 90 minutes to get the thing together.

Oh Baby, That’s Smooth

Once assembled, the first ride was very positive. The machine is extremely solidly built, and the movements are quiet and sure as you ellipse. The machine also comes with a wireless chest pulse sensor, that you wear around your torso, and you can track your heart rate on the console as you work out. There are also heart-rate monitors built into the handgrips if you don’t want to use the wireless one. The handgrip sensors will also measure your body fat percentage (damn them).

The footpads on this model are spaced apart such that the movement feels very natural. We had tried some of the other NordicTrack ellipticals in various sporting goods stores, and the foot pedals were widely spaced, meaning that you were doing a weird sort of bowlegged shuffle instead of a normal-feeling running motion.

The incline of the ramp adjusts electronically, so as you go through your exercise program the unit will hum and you will suddenly be “running” uphill. The motion on this unit is very smooth, and it feels very natural, like running but without the pounding.

This Unit Are Smart

The console provides around 20 different workout programs. They offer such things as hilly terrain, where the slope changes as you run, fat burning, strength training, etc. My favorites are the ones that let you target your heart rate and then the unit automatically varies the workout (and prompts you to speed up/slow down) to keep you near your target heart rate. There’s also a fan in the center of the console, which you can turn on and have it blow on your torso or face, as it is adjustable. One minor complaint is that if you tilt the fan down far enough to blow on your body, it will slowly scooch it’s way back to the point where it’s blowing on your face. In other words, it doesn’t stay where you point it.

The Fatal Flaw

OK, we really do love this machine. It is solidly built, has lots of very useful features, and works like a dream. When you use it you can feel how well engineered it is, and you can tell that the designers went to great lengths to make it smooth and quiet. It being quiet is very important to us, because we use this in our bedroom, and often one is using it while the other is sleeping. The unit is quiet enough for that, except for one thing.

YOU CANNOT CONTROL THE BEEPING OF THE CONSOLE!!! It can’t be muted or even turned down. All of the exercise programs emit periodic beeps to tell you about your progress or alert you to various things that are happening in your program. There are places where it will beep every minute…and not just one beep, but a series of beeps, counting down. BEEP BEEP BEEP.

I contacted NordicTrack and they told me that was the way it was, and there was nothing to be done. Eventually, if we don’t become immune to it, I’ll probably end up disassembling the console and snipping the speaker wires. But I don’t want to ruin the unit, or void the warranty just yet. Still, this issue seems like an incredibly stupid oversight by the folks at NordicTrack. Can you imagine being one of the engineers, who worked and slaved to shave off every decibel of noise that you possibly could, and then having some electronics geek stupidly put an incessantly beeping console on your beautiful machine? As a geek-engineer myself, it breaks my heart to see the near-perfection of this unit ruined by something so pedestrian as yet-another-annoying-beeping-electronic-device.

But We Still Recommend It

All that being said, the unit’s positives outweigh that one glaring negative. If you’re looking for a solid, feature-rich, sub-$1,000 elliptical, take a good look at this one. If you can live with the beeping, it will probably fit the bill.

Da Marco Italian Restaurant – Highly Recommend

Posted on August 2nd, 2003 in Houston,Restaurant Reviews by mynagirl

Da Marco
1520 Westheimer Rd
Houston, TX
(713) 807-8857

It’s easy to miss Da Marco: the small converted house is set off the street right at the most harrowing narrow-laned portion of the Westheimer curve; the sign is well-lit but competes for eye attention with the nearby tattoo and body piercing joints. Those eclectic surroundings, sprinkled with top-notch food choices is, of course, a major part of the appeal to this section of Houston. This gracious Italian eatery fits right in.

Last night was our first trip to Da Marco; we wanted an upscale (but not outrageous) dinner treat before heading over to the SkyBar. The entrance to the restaurant leads you into a tiny 3′ curtained area, and from there the hostess escorts you another three feet to the small bar. Jacketed waiters efficiently weave through the small non-smoking dining room — the feeling is intimate but not overly cramped. The place was very well candle-lit, although a bit too warm in the bar area because of the open wood-burning bread oven just behind the well-roasted bartender. The families and couples dining there on this visit (a Friday night) were a comfortably mixed bunch: everything from middle aged couples in jeans and tennies, to younger couples in suits and evening dresses, to at least two very authentic-looking garrulous Italian families.

Our white-linened table was nicely placed near a back wall and our waiter was affable and knowledgeable. The wine list was all Italian, with only a few selections available by the glass. The menu was structured in a traditional three-course format: antipasti, pasta, and entrée. The off-menu selections were presented via a chalkboard and included an oxtail pasta selection as well as main courses of rabbit and in-house aged angus beef. Our meal for two included:

antipasto

Frisée with pears, candied walnuts, and some type of wonderfully soft ripe cheese
 

 

antipasto

Giant sea scallops with orange segments (two bites into which Scott proclaims, “this might be my new favorite restaurant”)
pasta

An unbelievably good sweet corn ravioli with huge bits of fresh lobster meat
 

 

pasta

Mouth-watering porcini risotto with fresh hunks of ripe parmesan
entrée

Very tender pork tenderloin with figs in a sweet balsamic reduction, accompanied by a very tasty cheese polenta
entrée

Fabulously tender duck in a sweet glaze, accompanied by mashed sweet potatoes and wonderfully grilled brussel sprouts

Total meal cost: $140 before gratuity

Alas, we skipped any dessert / coffee course, as we were full and ready to move onto the remainder of our evening’s entertainment. But Da Marco’s definitely delivered what we were looking for. The food was unbelievably good, the waitstaff attentive (the steady stream of fresh bread and ripe olive oil was quite evil), and the ambiance and people-watching were perfect: not too clattery, nicely candle-lit, and a fun mix of patrons. And, as a big bonus for us, it was all smoke-free. There was a separate dining room completely enclosed by French doors — it could be that’s a smoking dining room; I meant to ask but was too busy eating and enjoying myself. Regardless, the bar and main dining room were wonderfully free of even a trace of smoke, and it made the entire experience enjoyable and relaxing.

Da Marco definitely delivers for its cost. If you’re looking for excellent food, an Italian wine list, and an intimate and attentive dining experience, then this is one of the best choices in this part of Houston.

Can You Save Your Technology Career?

Posted on August 1st, 2003 in Commentary,Technology by EngineerBoy

Dude, You’re Getting a Career!

Through dumb-luck, I fell ass-backwards into a computer career when I aced my first college computer class back in the dark ages, where I learned Fortran programming using punched cards. I promptly changed my major from Business to Computer Science, and never looked back. When I hit the job market in the early 80’s it was just in time for the blossoming of the Personal Computer (PC) market, which was the Boston Tea Party of the Technological Revolution, and kicked off one of the most explosive periods of technological advancement since the Industrial Revolution.

I rode the first swells of this wave throughout the 80’s, never fearing for my career prospects, and worried only about being able to work with the really cool emerging technologies instead of the old, stale, well-known ones. But as good as I (and my compatriots) had it in the 80’s, nothing could have prepared us for the 90’s, when the rising tide of technology turned into a tidal wave, sweeping over everything else in the business world, drowning some, lifting others, but moving everybody and everything with tremendous, irresistible force.

Those of us who learned to surf this monster had a lot of fun. And after those first violent upheavals, where only the skilled could stay afloat, the wave smoothed out enough that any motivated dork with a boogie board could ride it, too, as long as they stayed in one spot and didn’t try to do anything fancy. The problem with this is that the wave became crowded with neophytes and one-trick ponies who were only surfing the wave because it was trendy and cool, and who made it impossible for truly dedicated riders to enjoy the curl.

But now the wave is getting smaller. Oh, it’s not disappearing, but it’s moving into deeper waters, and becoming a more integrated part of the ocean of business. This is analogous to the Industrial Revolution in America, where the rise of factories and mills created a class of workers who were always in demand, had freedom of movement because there was work everywhere, and could be proud of what they did because it was nothing short of world-changing. The rise of labor unions helped preserve and protect the way of life of a factory worker, and extended this period of economic prosperity for the American working man.

But as heavy industry evolved, it started to develop economies of scale, and to realize that there were skilled workers all over the world, and most, if not all, of them were cheaper than Americans. Also, as technology advanced they found out that automation could be used to reduce the need for human labor, reducing the number of available jobs even more. So industry and labor waged a pitched battle for years, with industry wanting to automate industrial jobs or move them offshore, and labor fighting tooth and nail to preserve the jobs of their members (and therefore keep money in the union’s coffers). But the path was inevitable, because if US businesses didn’t adapt then their newer, cheaper foreign competitors would come along and steal their customers anyway.

Rosie the Riveter, meet Dakota the Developer

Well, we in the tech job market are experiencing almost this exact same evolution. We all rode a wave of ever-increasing salaries, benefits, bonuses, and foosball tables without giving it a second thought, because, dammit, we deserved it, being the harbingers of the future, and all. But, just as our industrial forbearers, we are now faced with a shrinking job market, reduced relevance, and the offshoring of our livelihoods.

There has been much wailing and gnashing of teeth regarding the movement of tech jobs offshore. Some groups are calling for legislation to outlaw it, and others are exploring the idea of unionizing tech jobs to provide better bargaining positions. The truth of the matter is that, in my opinion, both of those strategies are doomed to failure, as they really have no place in today’s world. First of all, if you use legislation to try to force companies not to move jobs offshore, that doesn’t mean the jobs will still exist, or will exist with the same compensation. It’s the inevitability of the law of supply and demand, and you can’t legislate that, as our now-defunct, former-archenemy Communist brethren proved so clearly.

And adding unions into the mix would just be ridiculous, given the nature of tech jobs. Oh, unions might be able to maintain the status quo for a few more years, but take a look at US heavy industry today to see what awaits you as a worker if you go down that path. Is that really what you want out of your career?

OK, So Now What, Smart Guy??

So we in the tech job market are drowning, and so far all I’ve done is describe the water. The next logical question is, how do we save ourselves? Well, the truth of the matter is that as our ship sinks, we are finding that there aren’t enough lifeboats for everyone. That is a very sad, but true, fact. And that means that one harsh reality is that some of the people in the tech job market will simply have to face a career change. In some cases these will be excellent, well-qualified people who just happened to get caught in a terrible set of circumstances. But in most cases it will be the folks who got into technology simply because it was a cool, high-profile, well-paying career, but who really couldn’t care less about technology and weren’t true geeks-at-heart to begin with. These are the folks that learned one or two things, then rode them as far as they could, never taking the time, nor having the inclination, to expand their experiences and skill-sets.

Diversify

Also, even some uber-geeks never took the time to develop interpersonal skills, because their technological skills were in such high demand that employers tolerated their porcupininess. Well, this is no longer the case, as employers have their pick of the lot when filling an open position, or even when looking to refill an already-filled position. If you are a committed iconoclast, and refuse to change your ways, then I applaud you for your lack of hypocrisy. However, I also foresee career difficulties ahead for you.

Employers also want employees who can contribute to the bottom line, and this means understanding the business. If you’re a coder, and expect people to open your door, feed you technical specifications, and wait for you to excrete exquisite, optimized code, well, that’s just not enough today. Your competitors offshore can do exactly that, perhaps even more exquisitely, and definitely more cheaply. No, you need to be involved in, and understand, the business. You need to be able to interact with the business owners, ask questions about the specifications, see relationships to other parts of the business, and understand the entire lifecycle of your company’s business in order to adapt and survive in today’s world. You need to be the business analyst, the application architect, and the coder. If you can’t, or won’t, do that, then the sad fact is that somebody cheaper will come along and take your job. Period.

Recognize the Inevitable

Then there are those of you who have known all along that you weren’t technology people. You’ve sort of been faking it, standing in the back row, mouthing the words without singing, watching the others for the right steps and hand movements, and just sort of pantomiming your way along, hoping never to get exposed as a technological dilettante. Well, here comes the microscope. Perhaps it would be better if you proactively made a career change. That way you could at least control the timing, and it’s much easier to find work when you have work. I’m not trying to intentionally sound mean or cruel, it’s just that you are in a mean and cruel position and it will be easier for you to get out of it if you aren’t trying to start a new career while unemployed.

Also inevitable is the normalization of salaries and benefits. It’s a buyer’s market right now, so be prepared. Not only is it possible that you won’t get a raise, but it’s entirely possible that you will be asked to take a pay cut. That isn’t a lot of fun, but it’s better than being replaced outright and then hitting the bricks to try and find a job in today’s market.

Think Critically

Those of us who remain in the technology industry (and I hope to count myself among them (fingers crossed)) would be well-served to put our focus firmly on the bottom-line. Not on what would pad out our resumes. Not on what geeks us out. Not on the product from the vendor who takes us golfing. But we also don’t need to become ostriches with our heads in the sand, sticking only with what we already know. We need to keep current on not only what’s new, but what’s new that works, and understand how the new stuff that works might help our bottom-line.

The Y2K phenomenon was the last great binge for a while. Every company in the world threw money at the problem like they were newly minted rock stars throwing money at strippers. And in the morning they woke up and realized that, even after spending all that money, all that happened was that they got f—ed. So now all companies are pinching pennies, and nobody is throwing around money like the old days. But companies will continue to spend money on things that help them grow and feed the bottom line. The trick, for those of us who want to stay in our technology-related jobs, is to figure out how to do that consistently.

Phoenicia Deli – Highest Recommendation

Posted on July 5th, 2003 in Houston,Restaurant Reviews by The Donkeys

Phoenicia Deli
12116 Westheimer Rd
Houston, TX
(281) 558-0416

The Phoenicia Deli, located out on the west side on Westheimer between Kirkwood and Dairy Ashford, has

some of the best food we have ever eaten. I’m specifically talking about the

Chicken Shawarma. For the uninitiated, a Chicken Shawarma starts out with many chicken breasts, rubbed in various heavenly spices, then piled up and slow roasted on a turning spit. The outer crispy parts of the chicken breasts are then shaved off, so every bite of chicken is crispy and wonderful. These bits of chicken-y goodness are then wrapped in a large homemade flatbread with this AMAZING garlic sauce. The sauce (we originally mis-indentified it as mayonnaise, and that’s the texture that it has) is actually (based on some research) some sort of heavenly marriage of garlic and olive oil. It is POTENT and oh-so-good.

The deli serves the chicken shawarma with tomatoes and potatoes (the potatoes are kept under the spit of chicken, absorbing all the wonderful juices), but we ALWAYS order it “sauce only” — (no tomatoes or potatoes). It is simply heaven on earth, I can’t even get across how wonderful this food is!!
Phoenicia’s prices are reasonable (about $20 for a lunch for two), they also offer hard-to-find middle eastern and armenian food items in their deli section toward the back of the shop, and the newly-redecorated decor is quite inviting. The staff is pretty friendly (we see the same folks there most of the time we go).

The hours are a bit limiting; they close at 7 on Saturdays, I believe, and they’re closed on Sundays. But it’s worth it — we’ll plan entire weekends around being able to get to Phoenicia on a Saturday for Shawormas. Give them a try!!

Ming’s Cafe – very ordinary

Posted on June 1st, 2003 in Houston,Restaurant Reviews by EngineerBoy

Ming’s Cafe
2703 Montrose Blvd, Houston, TX 77006
Phone: (713) 529-7888

We stopped by this kitschy little joint for dinner on the way home from work today. The atmosphere was Montrose-quirky, the menu was surprisingly deep for such a small place, and the fried dumpling appetizers were quite delish. However, our main dishes were extraordinarily ordinary. We may give them another try, as it wasn’t horrible, but with the huge selection of very good Chinese food in Houston, why?

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