When I dine out with my family in Colleyville, we struggle to find a restaurant that fits all of our wacky requirements. There is the grumpy daddy who doesn’t like to pay for fine dining, a gluten-free daughter, a text-addict teenager, a 5-year-old boy who demands pepperoni on everything, and my sister, who rarely receives royal treatment at the table. On this evening, we entered the slick, sophisticated establishment and slid into a large booth. Two hours later, we emerged satiated. Our gluten-free gal was handed her own menu with 20 options. The feast for the finicky included a stellar falafel and hummus platter; inventive charred artichokes lightly bathed in garlic butter and breadcrumbs; pepperoni pizza on whole-wheat dough (kid’s size for $4); and a marvelous salad of organic greens, peppered sweet Texas pecans, blue cheese, and pears tossed in fig-based dressing. The iPhone was replaced by a plate of Italian sausage, shrimp, and rigatoni covered scarcely, in a good way, with prosciutto, sun-dried tomatoes, and garlic cream sauce. Continue reading.
