The Clean Plate

The Clean Plate
The Clean Plate
Had dinner there one evening. It was nothing short of brilliant. Free-range, no antibiotic, drug and disease-free Thunder Bison short-ribs, coffee braised, served on a bed of squashed cauliflower, with sautéed free-range, cage-free, no hormone, carrots.

Taurus server, smart, tasteful, informed.

For an opener, fried beets.

This is Texas. We can fry anything. Wasn’t what I expected, but it was great.

Many years removed, the old Hula Hut on the lake in Austin used to serve a garlic-something “aioli” sauce. The red-headed Capricorn used to call it “Crack Aioli.” Appropriate enough, given its addictive flavor.

The Clean Plate served the fried beets with a similar textured garlic-aioli. Quite good, as if the beets themselves weren’t good enough. Lighter than what I remember for “crack aioli,” but delicate, light, bright on the tongue.

Locally sourced, free-range, cage-free, and obviously, no GMO. Last time I was in that location, it was Pete’s Taco House.

“Oh Pete’s is just down the street, no worries.”