newsmom

I will always remember the evening I brought a French reporter to Matt's No Place, then the only restaurant i town with an unlisted number. I introduced her to Matt, who lit up that wry smile of his. "Well, eat slowly, because you're in for a surprise," he said. "Don't leave for a while." The mischief in his voice suggested there was no point in pursuing the the reason why we should stick around, so we ate slowly -- even ordered dessert. Midway through our meal in walks Julia Child. She had come to Matt's for chicken-friend steak. I was dumbfounded. Here was this culinary icon in my funky East Dallas neck of the woods. She was gracious to the point of speaking French with my guest. I still have the photograph of Matt, Julia and Catherine. She has the one of me with them. It's one of those little memories that make life a pleasure to view in the rear-view mirror. Matt will always live in memories like this.