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Abel Gonzales Jr. is East Dallas, and not in the way people say that about a neighborhood they moved to. Born in Dallas, raised on the east side, and never left. Fair Park sat close enough that the State Fair of Texas was not an annual outing so much as a season the family lived...


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Three days off and the weather has not gotten the message yet. That is the Labor Day situation in Dallas, every year. The patios are open, the afternoons are still running hot, and the difference between a long easy weekend and a short sweaty one comes down to shade, a fan pointed at your table and a kitchen that can feed you without a forty-minute wait.

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Brunch here has drifted toward the reservation, the bottomless carafe and the seventy-dollar table for two. Some mornings do not call for any of that. Five Dallas rooms where the coffee keeps coming, the plates land fast and nobody upsells you a thing.

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The film opens on a finger snap. No dialogue, no exposition, just a helicopter shot dropping out of the Manhattan sky onto a playground, and then a gang of young men moving down a street with the coiled economy of dancers pretending not to be dancers. Sixty-five years on, that prologue still works, and it works partly because of something the audience in 1961 could not ha...


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Duck Hash

The elevator does the work of an overture. You step in at ground level in a parking structure off Reunion Boulevard, the doors close, and by the time they open again the city is 561 feet below and coming at you through glass on every side. On a Sunday morning that light is low and eastern and it fills the whole round room at once. Somebody hands you a mimosa befo...


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