How does the old saying go? "Complain about Houston's 'cold' 50-degree weather, and later that afternoon you'll be faced with a snowy, icy, 20-degree harrowing 6 1/2 hour car trip to Fort Worth"?
Last weekend my parents, my boyfriend Jon, and I went up to Fort Worth to pay my sister Emily a visit, and to cheer my badass mom on in the Cowtown Half Marathon (where, no big deal, in spite of slick, insanely cold conditions she achieved a personal record).
After freezing our little buns off in the snowstorm of the century (I'm only being *slightly* dramatic here), we sought refuge at Lucile's, where we had a post-race celebratory lunch!
Once our family and spectating friends were seated, and after our appendages thawed off, we were able to order from the large menu. I started off with a bloody mary because I was forced to.
(and by "I was forced to" I mean it was Sunday.)
Jon ordered the shrimp fettuccine alfredo, and he was a huge fan.
My sister ordered the lunch-sized shrimp scampi, and while she adored the flavors, it should be noted that there was very little pasta in the dish. She felt it was lacking in that regard.
My posse knows me well.
So instead I ordered the eggs florentine (poached eggs with hollandaise atop sauteed spinach and an English muffin, hashbrowns on the side) with a side of juicy, ripe fruit, and it was the best decision Jon and Emily could have possibly made.
And do you know what else ended up being cooked exactly right? The eggs. Is there nothing in this world more disappointing than slightly hardened poached eggs? No. These eggs were beautifully runny, and they swirled perfectly with the INCREDIBLE hollandaise atop them. The hollandaise was heavy on the lemon, which I was a big fan of, and there was a wonderfully generous amount there for me to enjoy.
And last, but certainly not least, the hashbrowns were awesome. Crunchy, yet soft, but not at all soggy, they were not too greasy (as hashbrowns often are), and I did not feel painfully full after eating them.
If you find yourself in Fort Worth and faced with a blizzard that would scare Boston away (again, only *slightly* dramatic), I definitely recommend the safe, comforting haven of Lucile's. If you find yourself in Fort Worth, and you're not faced with the second ice age as we know it, I still recommend going. The fun, quirky atmosphere, and the delicious, comforting, and satisfying food will be a surefire hit!
Pictured below: My mom being the rockstar she is.