I\’m not exactly the trendiest dude.
If, by the time I\’ve spotted a trend, then chances are that trend is probably three trends ago. Shit, now I\’ve wasted my allotment of \”trends\”.
So it is with some measure of sadness that I must place Bella into a what appears to be a growing fashion in Dallas of having \”restaurants\” with impressive looking menus but really people just go there to drink – and, of course, to be seen. Let\’s call these places Doucheterias.
It was, after all, the impressive looking menu that drew me to Bella – lambburger, seafood trio, chili rubbed pork chop. It all sounded good.
And, while waiting a substantially long time for our meals, we observed from our patio table, a veritable parade of overly tanned, roided up, faux hawked \”gentlemen\” drive up in high end automobiles with their \”dates\” replete with double Ds. So, in other words, they looked like me on Halloween.
If only the food could make up for the stench of douchebagguery.
After taking well over 30 minutes to present our meals (in a nearly empty restaurant when we placed our order) we were finally presented with our slop.
The seafood trio was like something one might expect at Captain D\’s. The shrimp were simply horrible – rubber little beasts tasting of yesterday. But to make up for the bad flavor of the shrimp, the scallops were simply flavorless, but also rubbery. The only pleasant part of the dish was the seabass. It was perfectly flacky and tasty. But it\’s fucking seabass. It\’s hard to screw up.
But as bad as the seafood trio was, the chili rubbed pork chop was the real star of the show. But by star of the show, I mean it in the way that Mike Myers was the star of The Love Guru. If you\’re a restaurateur and care so little about food as to serve something that resembled a flattened (yes I said \”flattened\”) McRib, then just serve your silly expensive drinks and maybe some finger foods.
Do yourself a favor and just get some fish and chips at Black Friar a few blocks away.
2626 Howell St. Suite 100 Dallas, TX 75204