Eating my way through the week

This is Restaurant Week in Dallas. I think I'm in trouble. Let's take a look at the schedule:

Monday: Because we're traveling later in the week and I hate wasting food more than anything, I ate waaaaay too much of my favorite tzatziki potato salad for lunch. I caught myself doubling the recipe again when I made it Saturday, even though I knew I shouldn't have. Why, whyyyyyy do I always double the recipe? This is my upbringing at its "best," I suppose. Oh, so that's just lunch. Just me sitting here with a belly ache. But guess what? Reservations at Abacus at 7. Luckily it's in my 'hood, so I can walk it all off after dinner. Suuuure....

Tuesday: 7 p.m. reservations at my favorite restaurant in town, Stephan Pyles. I'm dying to try SP's new Passion Chile Margarita, just named one of the best cocktails in Dallas. I will eat pretty much anything this man creates. It's going to be dangerous.

Wednesday: Dinner at Fearing's, 8 p.m. Trevor has to eat there for work all the time and is pretty much over it, which means I never get to go, so I'm excited. Also, I learned via Twitter that Dean Fearing was recently in China with Ruth Reichl, which kind of intrigues me. After dinner there is the requisite people-watching at the Ritz bar, which can lead to all sorts of trouble. (On a recent visit, we were so fascinated by an icky guy in tight jeans in the valet line ahead of us who was taking home a prostitute, we decided to subtly follow him to see where he lived. We should probably be a husband and wife private eye duo. But I'll never tell where icky guy parks his Aston Martin...)

Thursday: Trevor flies to New York while I facilitate a public meeting, which means dinner will be a plate of cheese and crackers and bad coffee. Let's face it, though, that's probably a good thing after the M-T-W trifecta.

Friday: Dawn flight to New York and lunch with friends, then dinner in Connecticut with T's family at this awesome little spot, which will kick off two more days of eating. I'll be rolling off the plane come Sunday night.

Next week: Fasting?