Dude Food: Love And War In Texas
Love And War In Texas
multiple locations
Dude Factor: 9, or Guy Clark, on a scale of 1 (Gary P. Nunn) to 10 (Willie Nelson).
I realized recently that I hadn't been back to Love And War In Texas once in the three years since I bestowed a 2006 Dallas Observer Best Of on their fried pickles (I actually wrote so many items on fried foods that year that an editor sent me an e-mail inquiring about my health--true story.). It might seem crazy, but when you account for the fact that I hate driving to Plano almost as much as I love fried pickles, it actually makes a lot of sense. That being said, I packed the mules, hired a sherpa and headed out for Plano last night in search of holiday-worthy Dude Food.
Without a frat-boy country singer to attract the masses (I'll get to this later) the holiday crowd at Love and War was notably sparse when the expedition pulled into the parking lot, but any worries we had about a decline in the quality of their cuisine were erased by our order of Texas Wagonwheels (the aforementioned fried pickles, served with a side of smoky ranch). As The Dude might put it, "Fuckin' A."
Unfortunately, dessert rapidly became an impossibility, but next time I'm definitely coming prepared to order "The Oatmeal, Texas"--hot oatmeal cookies served on cinnamon ice cream with warm butter-brandy sauce.
Perhaps the most comforting thing about the whole meal was the soundtrack, however-- a mix of classic songs by artists like Robert Earl Keen, Steve Earle, Joe Ely and Willie Nelson, along with a smattering of tunes by their lesser frat-boy imitators, often loosely grouped together under the genre "Texas music"--which if anything, does a huge disservice to our state's rich musical legacy. You'll often find such artists playing Love and War's outdoor stage--though they do get the occasional visit from the real deal, like Billy Joe Shaver--but I wouldn't let it stop you from sampling their fine cuisine.
After all, I'd still rather hear some frat-boy sing about I-35 all night than another douche singing acoustic Pink Floyd covers on a Dallas patio (Hello, Uptown Jake's)...wouldn't you?
























