Celebrating Houston Chowhounds’ 2nd Anniversary
Amateur chefs, food writers, bloggers, enthusiasts and a selection of individuals with discerning palates, collectively known as the Houston Chowhounds (@HoustonCH), gathered at Brennan’s of Houston for their second anniversary celebration.
The Houston Chowhounds seek the best places to eat in and around town, and in addition to Brennan’s decadent selection of menu items, it was a great opportunity for members of the group to visit the Houston staple since its reopening in February.
Always excited to connect with great Houston folks and a great client, Courtney (@cpembyrun) and I got a chance to enjoy the Houston Chowhound’s anniversary brunch full of yummy cuisine and great Houston foodies at Brennan’s Houston.
Brennan’s is Easy on the Eyes
Walking into the restaurant made me feel all genteel, and I think I ditched my rapid-fire Cindy Brady lispy chatter for a Blanche Deveraux drawl…with a rolling ‘R’ and everything…which I personally hate because that’s more Georgia than Texas/Louisiana.
The brunch was held in one of the beautiful upstairs dining rooms, (this one to be exact).
Every aspect of the restaurant is charming to the eye. Once I entered the dining room, I was happily greeted by Houston Chowhound members Jody Stevens (@Jodycakes), Joanne Witt (@foodprincess) and mimosas. After a few minutes the room was brimming with victims other Houston Chowhounds, whom Courtney and I immediately attacked with the camera had a chance to ask a few questions about being a Chowhound and memorable Brennan’s experiences.
And Then There Was Food
The Brennan’s brunch menu for the event offered four choices of each the appetizer, entree and dessert. I started with the famous Turtle Soup Au Sherry while Courtney opted for the Barbecued Crawfish Shortcake. I promptly referred to her dish as “a biscuit thing with crawfish.” And while our table was nearly an even split of the biscuit and the soup, we divided and conquered the second course menu selections.
I had the Lamb Debris & Sweet Potato Pancakes, which is braised lamb with blue cheese butter, chicory greens, a crispy poached egg and mint julep hollandaise served over soft, cinnamon-tasting pancakes. The pancakes were so moist and delicious no one at our table used the individual sides of maple syrup.
Conversation was at a minimal, though the meal was peppered with compliments about the sauce, praise of the aroma, and nods of approval on how appetizing the meals looked. No matter what item we selected, it was hard not to sneak a peek at surrounding plates. It was also hard to keep in mind a third course would soon arrive. Halfway through the pancakes I forced myself to stop eating.
That’s also right around the time the band began playing breezy Dixieland tunes. This only helped transcend me to a faraway land some people like to call, “New Orleans.”
Houston Chowhounds Grub and Give
After the band, we took a few minutes discuss Chowhound matters like ideas for community involvement, fundraising and possible throwdowns. The Chowhounds are known for their throwdowns, which run the gamut from ceviche to bourbon to fried chicken. The group also works closely with Recipe for Success, a local non-profit dedicated to combating childhood obesity. Not to mention the group regularly participates in restaurant crawls, which support local eateries.
Talking was pretty much a lost cause once the scent of Bananas Foster, Texas Strawberry Shortcake, Brennan’s Pecan Pie and Creole Bread Pudding began wafting through the dining room. We had to snap photos of the food as quickly as possible. It was a matter of seconds before forks hit the plates and desserts began disappearing. We weren’t exactly starving, but boy were we excited!
That’s the gist of the Houston Chowhounds though: excited! They are a lively bunch with interesting stories of world travel, food adventures, friendships and memories. I couldn’t imagine a more charming place to hold a brunch for a such a charming group of people.
Have you ever gone for a nice leisurely jog and thought to yourself, ‘I need to run with purpose…I need to run for a cause…I need to run for a REASON! Then, all of a sudden your chin has lifted. A montage of you crossing the finish line next to Richard Simmons begins to scroll through your head accompanied by the sound of angel harmonicas and fairy flutes…you my friend, have become a hero. Of course this will all come to a screeching halt when you realize you have just run through a big pile of dog poo.
