(由 Google 翻译)克制见鬼去吧——那块巧克力蛋糕改变了一切。
Brazos Bar & Bistro | 评论
我走进来时期待的是优雅——期待的是克制。我想象着小盘子、精致的味道和缓慢的味觉舞蹈,它知道何时低语,何时咆哮。有那么一刻,我以为我是对的。空间?光滑。通风。好像它知道自己在做什么。
然后雪崩来了。
让我带你经历它。
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鸡尾酒——牛仔曼哈顿
用冰镇马提尼酒杯倒出适量的酒,点缀着一颗神秘的黑樱桃(或者是橄榄?)。还不错,但并不令人难忘。这种饮料没有它的名字那么有分量——它更倾向于礼貌而不是粗犷。但它完成了任务。3/5
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开胃菜——酿鳄梨
这是一场意外的打击。奶油哈斯鳄梨、温热的阿斗波鸡、凉爽的皮科酱、新鲜奶酪——味道均衡。味道鲜美。质地绝佳。唯一的错误是什么?它像一道主菜一样做工。如果我吃完了,就没地方吃剩下的了。作为开胃菜,它有点过头了。
但仅凭味道和惊喜,我还是能给 4.5/5 分。
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宫保球芽甘蓝
煮过头了,酱汁太多了,太过分了。看起来球芽甘蓝被烤过,被遗忘了,然后匆忙地用一盆粘稠的、甜腻的酱汁来拯救它。它没有粘住——它被淹死了。没有烧焦的脆度,没有花生的新鲜坚果味。只有热度和沉重。 1.5/5
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主菜——波旁桃排
两块大猪排——两块——上面涂满了桃片。不是酱汁。是桃子。看起来更像是六人周日晚餐,而不是精心摆盘的菜肴。大蒜帕尔马干酪土豆中间有一块神秘的块状物,乍一看还以为是第三块猪排。分量过大,简直是模仿。毫无优雅可言。2/5
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救赎——巧克力蛋糕
就在我准备拿着干净利落的三星级蛋糕走出去时,奇迹出现了。
这个蛋糕没有要求原谅。
它要求沉默。
一块厚厚的、湿润的深色巧克力砖,上面覆盖着光滑的甘纳许,上面有精致的碎片——几乎像可可玻璃。每一口都浓郁但不甜腻,大胆而平衡。它不仅弥补了这顿饭的遗憾,还超越了它。
这块蛋糕并没有挽救这一天,而是成为了这一天的亮点。
5/5。轻而易举。
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最终评价:4 星(由 Chocolate Grace 提出)
这家餐厅分量过大,摆盘粗心,没有兑现精致餐饮的承诺——但那块巧克力蛋糕却让它火了。那块巧克力蛋糕和牛油果让这次体验变得值得——即使我不得不在一片混乱中寻找黄金。
来吃蛋糕。留下来吃牛油果。带上朋友一起分享其他一切。
祝你胃口好。
(原文)
Restraint Be Damned — That Chocolate Cake Changed Everything.
Brazos Bar & Bistro | Review
I walked in expecting elegance—expecting restraint. I imagined small plates, refined flavors, and a slow dance of taste that knew exactly when to whisper and when to roar. For a moment, I thought I was right. The space? Slick. Airy. Like it knew what it was doing.
Then came the avalanche.
Let me take you through it.
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Cocktail – Cowboy Manhattan
A measured pour served in a chilled martini glass, punctuated by a mysterious black cherry (or was it an olive?). Not bad, but not memorable. The drink didn’t carry the weight of its name—it leaned more polite than rugged. But it got the job done. 3/5
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Starter – Stuffed Avocado
This was the sleeper hit. Creamy Hass avocado, warm adobo chicken, cool pico, queso fresco—it was balanced. Flavorful. A textural masterpiece. The only mistake? It was built like an entrée. If I’d finished it, I wouldn’t have had room for the rest. As an appetizer, it was too much of a good thing.
But still, 4.5/5 for flavor and surprise alone.
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Kung Pao Brussels Sprouts
Overcooked, oversauced, overwhelmed. It looked like the sprouts had been roasted, forgotten, then hastily rescued with a bath of sticky, cloying sauce. It didn’t cling—it drowned. There was no charred snap, no fresh nuttiness from the peanuts. Just heat and heaviness. 1.5/5
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Entrée – Bourbon Peach Chops
Two giant pork chops—two—slathered with a handful of peach slices. Not sauce. Peaches. It looked more like Sunday supper for a group of six than a thoughtful plated dish. The garlic parmesan potatoes were a mystery lump in the middle, mistaken at first glance for a third chop. Over-portioned to the point of parody. Zero elegance. 2/5
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Redemption – The Chocolate Cake
And just when I was ready to walk out with a clean-cut 3-star, in came the miracle.
This cake didn’t ask for forgiveness.
It demanded silence.
A thick, moist brick of deep, dark chocolate, draped in glossy ganache, and topped with delicate shards—almost like cocoa glass. Every bite was rich but not cloying, bold but balanced. It didn’t just redeem the meal—it transcended it.
This cake didn’t save the day—it became the day.
5/5. Easily.
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Final Verdict: 4 Stars (Raised by Chocolate Grace)
This place fumbled the promise of fine dining with oversized portions and careless presentation—but damn if that chocolate cake didn’t pull it from the fire. That and the avocado made the experience worth it—even if I had to dig through a mess to find the gold.
Come for the cake. Stay for the avocado. Bring a friend to split everything else.
Bon Appétit.