OK, maybe the Aggies get a bad rap. Maybe Bryan/College station isn’t the cultural desert us tea sippers think it is. But have you ever tried to get a good meal there? Really good? It can be more challenging than St. Louis, home to provel cheese! I don’t know why we spent such a long time trying, and didn’t just go buy some steaks and grill them along with some ripe zucchini, drizzled with olive oil. After all, what can this town have to offer?
We were determined to go out, and finally located Veritas, even ordered some of the vino that goes with the saying. This 2010 Malbec was good! It was marked up at Veritas to $38, from the $13 price I saw on internet sites. The mac and cheese with truffle oil was long past al dente, and the risotto was mushy, but the flavors were good. The shrimp was crisp, the ceviche fresh. The salads were excellent, especially my iceberg wedge. After all, remember where we are. That is why I got the iceberg lettuce. Cut in a wedge, it is underrated. And anyway, who would get a spring mix in October?
Desserts were also good. I got the raspberry sorbet, and tasted the chocolate bread pudding and the Basque almond cake.
We ate outside, away from the harsh noise of the stony black interior. Everyone that walked by to the parking lot smiled at us. We must be in Texas.
Worried about the expense? Do what we did, and nibble around the edges, avoiding the true main courses. And keep it to a single bottle of wine.
One final rant for the day: the signs in the bathrooms about how a single glass of wine will ruin your fetus or even your future fetus. How about all the innocent people a drunk Aggie might kill with his truck? Why are there no warnings about the much more immediate and direct dangers of alcohol to yourself, and the blameless people that share the road? Why are women always to blame?