True Food Kitchen good luck getting seated right away in this Preston Center hotspot--it's right across from Sprinkles and, apparently, all the rage. We tried this place on a Sunday afternoon a couple of weeks ago but the wait was for over an hour so we ended up at a place in North Park mall, Seasons 52. Anyhoo, we went back to True Food at the odd hour of 3:40 PM this past Saturday and the wait was 30 mins for a table or immediate service if you found space at the awkward communal table or bar. I followed my wife to a seat at the end of the communal table which ran the length of the bar and had bar stool type seats. I sat facing the restaurant which was an open and airy space that had a warm feel. Dallas diners put forth much more effort to be attractive than the FW crowd. I was glad I didn't wear those Adidas wind pants. Fuck a communal table, btw. To my right was a family of 5. The couple looked to be early 40's w/ 3 kids around 10ish. she was in head to toe lulu lemon gear and pret.ty hot from what I could glean from my stealthy peripheral glances. I heard and listened all about their lives as they were right next to us and rather loud. She became a helluva lot less hot after hearing her nag and whine and yak yak yak. I hated her. We got some hummus to start. There were 2 really young looking girls I would've pegged for 16 except they were drinking white wine to my left. there was a seat dividing them from us and in those seats the girls had stowed their expensive purses to thwart any would be diners. Nice maneuver. The manager busted them for it tho and alerted them to the purse hooks underneath the table. He then sat right next to me and motioned for some very doable root to sit across him (to the right of my wife). It was apparent that there was about to be an interview conducted right next to us. Delicious! Speaking of delicious do try their hummus which was divine and accented with thinly sliced cucumber and cherry tomatoes. The interviewee had black hair that was pulled back tight into a long curled pony tail. She was interviewing for bartender. Our entrees arrived. My wife got a tofu type stir fry bowl or something and I had a tempeh sammich with a sweet potato hash. Tempeh is pronounced tem-pay if you ever want to order it and want to look well versed in front of a granola crowd. My ears strained and I was more dismissive to my waiter than usual so I could get back to eavesdropping on what was rapidly becoming a most uncomfortable interview. The manager conducted himself with an air of smug gentility while delivering the mission and vision of the restaurant, the position, and boring numbers stuff. Some people, no matter their position in life, can always speak to you like they are your manager or something. This dude was one of those types, a real asshole. At any rate, from his pontifications I learned how True Food kitchen is a concept borne from a doctor with a hard on for healthy living and encompasses farm to market principles, sustainable something or other, grass fed blah blah, vegan or vegetarian stuff and on and on. The potential bartender did a good job of being engaged but was belied by her habit of throwing her head back over her shoulder to free her eye of the obstruction of the curly pubic strand she pulled had pulled down straight over her right eye. The lone bang over the eye is a cool look when you're envisioning a beej, but probably a poor choice for an interview hairstyle. I bet she regretted it. She did demonstrate what sounded to me like a good grasp of liquor knowledge. Her voice was raspy. She was doing good and then the manager changed course and went to classic behavioral interview questions. Out of left field he goes "tell me about a time, specifically, when you went above and beyond for a customer." she tanked, big time, much like my tempeh-LT (tempeh instead of bacon). The avocado on it was a nice touch tho. He let her wiggle on the hook for a long time. I had to decline dessert, I was so uncomfortable. Would I go back to this restaurant? yes, I would. The previous would I question reminds me of a joke. Here is the joke:
There was a man with a wooden eye he was very self conscious about at a mixer when he spotted a lady he found attractive. The woman was very self conscious about her own physical imperfections as she had rather large, floppy ears. After a drink our two the man mustered enough courage to finally approach her. They made easy small talk and enjoyed each other's company. A popular song played over the speakers. "Would you like to dance?" he asked her. "Would I!" she exclaimed. "Floppy ears!" he screamed back.
Seasons 52. As referenced above. I don't even want to link this bland turd. I can envision the menu having a snippet written about the chef: "please welcome chef John Smith who has previously honed his skills at the cafeteria at Baylor Medical Center, and most recently Love Field". Old people seemed to love it. Blue hairs everywhere. I'll probably take my parents there when they are in town. They love bland, uninspired food that is lukewarm. It's also the kind of place where I won't care how embarrassing they act. This place is decorated weird too, like a Hampton Inn continental breakfast area replete with wall to wall carpeting, dark wood accents that look like the same kind of fake wood that O'Sullivan furniture is made of, and brassy fixtures. Don't waste your food chip here.