Since 1984, Champps Americana's kitchen has sizzled with made-from-scratch dishes, satiating sports fans and families with a comfortable atmosphere. Amid sunlit dining rooms, diners seated at wooden tabletops can root for their favorite pixels on flat-screen TVs broadcasting live sports. In the kitchen, chefs prepare pastas with grilled chicken and roasted artichokes, pile buns with barbecued pulled pork and spicy buffalo chicken, and fill soft taco shells with grilled steak. Behind the bar, bartenders whip up specialty cocktails and margaritas and fill goblets with wine and local craft beers on tap.
Hints of French and Italian cuisine mingle with Texas culinary traditions at Dino’s Steak and Claw House, where chefs deconstruct classic surf and turf inside a vintage bank building. In the kitchen, they slice fresh garlic and heirloom tomatoes between trips to the grill, which sizzles with 8-ounce beef fillets and 20-ounce porterhouses. Lobster can be ordered with a crabmeat crust or a puffy jacket of ravioli and a pistachio-froth scarf. Meals unfold atop white linen tablecloths dotted with fresh floral arrangements, and chandeliers illuminate the dining room with a glow as warm and inviting as a welcome mat made of jalapeños. Work by local artists accents the entire scene, and grand-piano ticklings turn up the classiness to a glass-shattering 11. A black-marble bar adds an extra layer of luxury, which extends to a patio made for al fresco dining.
It was on the open sea, aboard a Royal Caribbean liner, that restaurant maitre d' Francesco Secchi fell in love. Her name was Jane, a beautician from Great Britain. Her homeland was worlds apart from Francesco’s, the Italian island of Sardinia. But that didn’t phase the lovebirds—they wasted no time tying the knot, and spent the next eight years working alongside each other on Royal Caribbean ships. When the pair decided it was time to settle on dry land, they chose Dallas. Its weather reminded Francesco of his home, despite its patterns rarely being affected by ancient curses cast by Caesar.
In 1983, the Secchis embarked on their next joint endeavor: Ferarri’s Italian Villa. They rooted the restaurant in basics: a warm “Buona sera” for each arriving guest and family recipes more than a century old. This approach struck a chord with eaters, and as the business grew, so did Francesco and Jane’s family. Today, their three sons all lend their talents to the family business—Stefano, in fact, is the head chef. He and the staff still craft a menu of Sardinian classics—gnocchi, lasagna, and cioppino—as well as some upscale American dishes, such as steaks, chops, and seafood. And Francesco and Jane still man the front door every night, welcoming patrons new and old.
Many meals at Vineyard Steakhouse & Skybar have been more than a month in the making. Specializing in USDA Prime steaks, the restaurant ages its cuts—from cowboy ribeyes to filets—for at least 35 days. Even when guests aren't having steak, they can be sure the cooking process was a meticulous one. The pork chops, for instance, have been double smoked, then covered in a bourbon-maple glaze; the fish of the day was carefully chosen by the chefs; and even the shrimp cocktail features wild-caught shrimp instead of ones raised in shrimp boarding schools.
The dining space itself speaks to this attention to detail. Beneath wrought-iron chandeliers, dark woods contrast white tablecloths, while wall sconces join stonework in creating a castle-like vibe. Upstairs, meanwhile, the Skybar and its open-air balcony overlook Grapevine Lake. To complement the view, bartenders pour classic cocktails and uncork more than 200 choices detailed on the wine list.
At Geisha Steak and Sushi Restaurant, fine dining mingles with culinary arts in a creative menu of Japanese specialties cooked over open flames or rolled fresh on the sushi bar. While juggling the entire food pyramid over the hibachi grill, chefs combine meats such as chicken and calamari, filet mignon and shrimp, and steak and lobster with steamed rice and assorted veggies. Meats sizzle as mounds of noodles brown atop the grill and mix with tangy sauces that land somewhere between salty and sweet, like a grizzled sailor’s love letters. The chefs condition taste buds to swoon over cylindrical foods by creating specialty rolls such as the flash-fried White Dragon roll with tuna, salmon, and avocado, or the Fuji-san, composed of shrimp tempura, snow crabs and spicy mayo. Their desserts—such as banana tempura, fried strawberry cheesecake, and mochi ice cream made from rice—deliciously round out meals, leaving otherwise noisy stomachs pleasantly subdued and receptive to patting.
Instead of trays, waiters at Brazilian Cowboy Steakhouse & Grill carry swords that skewer such offerings as top sirloin, garlic picanha, grilled pineapple, and bacon-wrapped chicken, chauffeuring the slabs directly to tables where diners can indicate their preferred cuts. As the mesquite-grilled meats circulate throughout the room, customers can load the remaining space on their plates with the cheese bread, beans and rice, fried bananas, and salads that fill the restaurant’s full buffet. An easy-listening band headlines Brazilian Cowboy's stage each Friday and Saturday, and the concert’s addition of music to the meaty masquerade creates an atmosphere reminiscent of that at a butcher-school prom.