Belly & Trumpet’s interior design will send even the busiest mind spiraling into the darkest part of the unknown. Complete painting drama, filled with an explosion of heartbroken girls, adorn every wall. Maybe these sadly depressed girls appear sadly depressed because some kind of controlling woman-hater-painter decided their painting fate would be a life nailed speechless to a wall.
Even though paintings aren’t alive, this is still sad. One girl’s heart is like a white cloud hopelessly oozing misery down her waif-like silhouette of a body. Her hair is standing up like she’s hanging upside down or something. Confusion consumed every part of my brain just minutes after being seated.
The painter of these pictures must be a man scorned to the depths of relationship hell. You know, like a woman scorned, but a man. It’s the only explanation for what’s happening on the walls at Belly & Trumpet. The black covering their mouths could be any kind of material. I feel like the twiggy-looking females have been forever silenced by this mysterious black covering.
Maybe the painter dated a girl that would not stop talking. Maybe his girlfriend nagged him about long hours of painting at the studio. Maybe because of the painter’s ex-girlfriend, he doesn’t ever want girls to talk again. Who could blame him? It’s understandable. My husband sometimes wishes I would stop talking. He seems to think I’m the only person in Dallas that cannot live life until fully understanding what is up with the paintings at Belly & Trumpet.
One painting is part-girl-part-animal. On the up and up, this non-talking girl is mostly human, with a minimal amount of horns exiting her scalp. Holding arrows makes her somewhat of a hunted animal-human. If pictures could be scared, this one would tremble just a little more than a little. After performing a full blown Belly & Trumpet interior design investigation, it has come to my attention that the artist responsible for the slew of submissively mute female paintings is none other than Ruben Ireland. This guy puts the D in DARK, people.
Before marrying my hard-working husband, most of the pretend paintings purchased were from Bed Bath & Beyond. That’s right. Don’t be a hater. Poor people have to do this during college. For this reason, Ruben Ireland does not have time for me to question the meaning of his art. I’m guessing that while attempting to understand the meaning of art, commoners should interpret the art and call it a day. It’s really nobody’s business. Maybe these girls aren’t sad after all. Since realizing we are all entitled to our own artistic interpretation, everything makes sense now.
Belly & Trumpet’s executive chef is Brian Zenner, who happens to be chef de cuisine of Oak. Working as sous chef with Zenner is Rudy Mendoza, who previously worked at the Mansion on Turtle Creek. Zenner stated, “With Belly &Trumpet, we are striving to extend beyond the ordinary in everything we do. We are challenging ourselves to be inventive and thoughtful, often taking a classic favorite and adding an exciting twist. Regardless, our primary goal is for our food to be consistently soulful and delicious.”
There’s no fluff necessary to justify what’s going on at places like Oak, FT33, and Belly & Trumpet. Presentation and taste are both a part of the gift being given. Loving Belly & Trumpet is a no-brainer. These guys are doing Dallas a favor.
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FIVE: High 5!
FOUR: Please & Thank You
TWO: Double Wow
ONE: Wow + Ouch = Wouch
Belly & Trumpet
3407 McKinney Avenue
Dallas, Texas 75204