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Townhouse Kitchen and Bar makes a home at the Dallas Galleria

Posted 8:15am on Friday, Jan. 20, 2012

My husband and I are living proof that opposites attract. Our biggest point of contention is he likes to check what people say on Yelp and heed the warnings, and I like to go by word of mouth or just (gasp) take a chance. I mean, what did we do before we had the Yelp app? So when I told him we were going to try Townhouse at the Galleria and he found that there were no reviews yet on Yelp, I could feel the disapproval wafting off of his body. I was already armed with ammo. Something I knew he couldn't resist. Deviled eggs. 

As soon as we walked in, I was in love. Townhouse really does have the feel of a house with a country chic vibe. There's an element of hunting lodge with the plaid plush arm chairs in the waiting area and the light fixtures made of what appeared to be tangled deer antlers. But there was also an aura of elegance with such details as water served from a glass bottle a la French sidewalk cafe.  

Right away I ordered the deviled eggs. You get six halves for $5. I really don't remember the last time I saw a $5 appetizer that wasn't fried and involved ranch dressing. The cheapest item on the menu came out with great presentation. The filling was perfectly piled and the paprika and cayenne were carefully dusted. The eggs definitely had a kick. In fact, they complemented my drink nicely. I debated between some concoction dusted with lava salt (it sounded so daring) and the blood orange 'rita. I took the waiter's recommendation and went with the 'rita. It was like a mimosa without the bubbles and definitely more of a punch in the cheek. It was great for sipping throughout the whole meal, though. I had the mahi mahi, which was the fish of the day. It came out with a julienne'd hash brown-like patty of zucchini that tasted too good to be healthy and a small pile of greens with an olive compote or relish that had some orange bits in it. I devoured every last sprinkling and I don't even really care for olives. Some other things on the menu I considered were the shrimp and grits and the duck kimchi tacos.

My husband decided on the pecan-crusted pork chops with a bourbon glaze. It was accompanied by white cheddar grits and a vegetable mix. He too was scraping his plate at the end trying to get the last pieces of grit and crust.

Little did we know that the best really was saved for last: bacon donuts. I never in my life thought I would eat such a thing. It sounds so unladylike! But we were assured that this was the best thing in the house. So for you, the reader, I had to. The waiter brought out a bowl of donut holes that were covered in cinnamon, sugar and bacon pieces. In the center of the warm treats was a maple ice cream, melting into a pool and bathing the pastries. I was told that somewhere in there was a "bacon jam." All I know is it was melty, sugary, bacony and made me feel like Christmas and my birthday at the same time. You should definitely add it to your food bucket list.  

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