WHY THE PYRAMID: Every restaurant would do well to hire a hostess with a thick Eastern European accent, at least the one at The Fairmont Hotel’s Pyramid Restaurant. “Hello, hello, welcome back,” says my exotic long-lost friend. “Alone today? Where are your friends? They’re not so friendly today, hmmm? No worries. We’ll get you a newspaper.” She says it all with a wink, escorting me to a curvy banquette in dusty eggplant velvet. “Best seat in the house, yes?” I nod in agreement and settle in for what I’ve discovered to be the most effortless lunch in downtown Dallas.
Remodeled in 2008, the Pyramid has been transformed from stuffy grand dame (begone, ice swan sculptures!) into a suave, confident room. It doesn’t feel clinical nor overwrought like some hotel restaurants; the lighting is warm, the butter and gold tones soothing, and the noise level polite but never church-like. The Pyramid feels like you’ve slipped on a favorite shoe. In this case, a suede Ferragamo loafer: stylish yet comfy.
WHAT TO EAT: Much of this elegant familiarity comes from executive chef J.W. Foster. His fresh market cuisine takes the locavore movement to a new level: Foster’s 3,000-square-foot rooftop garden at the Fairmont produces many of the vegetables and herbs used in his culinary creations. They’re a savory and—here’s that word again—familiar lot that encourages repeat dining.
“You must have dessert,” the hostess demands. Then dessert it shall be: a Texas honey and pecan tartlet with shortbread crust and pecan brittle ice cream. Another espresso and I’m tempted to linger, slipping further into my cozy, velvet perch. But work waits for no one, and my foreign friend has my jacket waiting for me as I approach the exit. I shrug it on and bid goodbye as I hear her saying, “We’ll see you soon. Next time, you try the boar bratwurst. Perhaps tomorrow?”
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