Fiesta is one of those things that gets in your blood and stays there forever. I have only ever missed three Fiesta season in my entire life, and those were some pretty weird years anyway, so I'll just pretend those didn't happen. But aside from my crabbiness of missing made up Texas holidays, Fiesta is consistently in the final throws of April, and always coincides with my moms birthday and a pretty popular soccer tournament that's been going for 39 years now. Because of thi

I could eat Asian food for days. Asian fusion? Noodles, dumplings, and buns? Sign. Me. Up. and I will straight run over there in a dead sprint just to enjoy those flavor explosions ASAP...well, a fast jog...unless it's hot out. Sumo Shack is still technically one of the new kids on the block, having only opened in May of 2017, but already it's become a mainstay for the SMU crowd, as well as surrounding families, Sumos, and asian food lovers of all kinds. ANDDD it's open until

Flash back to my post the other day announcing Bastille Day at Whisk Crepes when I was jonesing for some delightfully belly busting French food. With a zip and a boom, ta-daaaa, it's here! "Fluctuat nec Mergitur" meaning 'Tossed but not sunk" Myself and two coworkers moseyed on over to Whisk for a late lunch-turned-dessert-party to hang out with the rest of the Dallas crepe fiends, and turns out we had juuuuust missed the rush of crepe crazies (super happy about that to be ho