Desperately trying to understand the Dallas food scene, we stumbled across Sundown at Granada, which is filled with vegetarian & vegan options. Located in lower Greenville (whatever that means), this beer garden restaurant sits beside the historic Granada Theater. There is absolutely nothing to dislike about this place. The patio is extremely comfy and Sundown’s dining room offers a dark resting spot to relax and have a beer.
This night was not about writing because it was my first evening as a resident of Dallas. Sundown’s menu is too good to be true, so we wanted a teaser before setting up a massive veggie menu tasting with the owner.
As a show at Granada Theater was just letting out, we were only seconds away from witnessing the drunkest man-socialite in the state of Texas. Explaining importance can be tiresome to certain social statuses, but not for someone this elite. He sat alone, gazing across the railing, desperately trying to find others of his kind.
Beside this prince of all palaces just so happens to be the very best lighting on the patio. Picture taking of the raving rosemary glazed meatballs commenced, forcing him to growl, “What are you doing over here?” Well, let’s see, um, bite me. Wait– Rather than start our friendship off on the wrong foot, a much more graceful response was needed. “Just taking pictures of food. I like to do that sometimes.”
At this point, it was time to skedaddle back to the table so my friend could eat some meat. Our server soon arrived carrying stuffed avocados with endive, so picture taking became priority once again. Prayers were answered as drunk man-socialite was not paying attention to my picture practices. Instead, he ever so gently leaned over the rail to compliment a passerby on her lovely purse.
P.S. Her friend was wearing sunglasses at… night.
Walking back over to the drunk man-socialite brought forth pre-pain. Just knowing his mouth would probably spout sent wrinkles straight to the center of my forehead. Upon placing this veggie burger in the very same spot, he suddenly felt an intense desire to know exactly where I live. This question is much harder to answer than one would imagine, as learning the areas around Dallas is my main feat to complete.
Drunk Man-Socialite Where Do You Live Conversation Reenactment:
Drunk Man-Socialite: Where do you live?
AV: Um, I’m not sure.
Drunk Man-Socialite: Well, hiccup, you either live in Highland Park or you don’t.
AV: Huh? Come again?
Drunk Man-Socialite: Just tell me sluurrrr where you live!
AV: Okay, the best way I can explain is that I live near Valley View Mall.
Drunk Man-Socialite: OH MY GOD! YOU LIVE IN THE f#%$ING HOOD!!!!
AV: Really? The hood?
Drunk Man-Socialite: I AM 3RD GENERATION HIGHLAND PARK BABY! I KNOW SLUR WHAT I’M SLUR TALKING ABOUT.
Wow. Let’s go ahead, without wasting a single slurring second, and give this guy a double wow. Receiving a full fledged Highland Park status beating is just about all one commoner can take in a single evening. We might be almost down for the country club count, but not out. Next week we will be back in eating business & writing about all that is veggie on Sundown’s menu.