2016-07-01  This neighborhood coffee bar is a great addition. They not only serve coffee and tea but wine and bear. The seating is comfortable. I love the lighting.

When asked about the wall art on the west wall, the owner, Garry Freeman, said that Karee Litke, his manager, did it. They believe in reusing and recycling. She cut, and stained with coffee, two-inch pieces of two by four and then glued them together to create an amazing wall piece that must be twelve feet high and twenty feet across. You have to see it. The other wall is devoted to local artists’ works.

The Argentina Malbec I had was perfect, not too high on the acidity and long on the fruit flavors. My husbands hand-brewed drip coffee was perfect, less acidic than anything from a machine.

This is a new place. Let’s be neighborly and give them a try.

The neighborhood has quite a few coffee bars. There is the Inversion coffee bar on Montrose. I’ve never had a good cup of coffee there, but sometimes if there is no food truck they have great breakfast tacos.

Food trucks use the Inversion Coffee House parking lot on a rotating schedule. My favorite is the Breakfast Burrito truck. I’ve heard good things about the Waffle Bus, too. My least favorite is RIPE. If you do up a sandwich with only vegetables that’s great, I love vegetables. But please don’t give me something that is supposed to “taste” like cornbeef that is made from soybean, or worse, beans. Yuck.

Baba Yaga’s has been around for over twenty years. I’ve been on-again-off-again with them for that long. The atmosphere has always been amazing, but their food is quality not-so-much. I could order the same salad three times and get a different salad each time as far as taste and what is in it. Though the menu stated clearly what I should expect that was never a guarantee. Now I understand they have new owners.

I’m so glad that Gratifi won’t be on the corner of Taft and Fairview any longer. I really liked Kevin a lot, but though he knew I was going to review his restaurant, he never went out of his way to provide me an exceptional meal or service. All the times I was in there when he was not there I found the meals dismally below par and the service frightful. I hope something goes into that prime spot that we can all sink our teeth into.

I will post a lot more neighborhood food reviews here as I go. Happy eating. Stay out of the heat.




Koichi Wakata_edited-1Our neighbor, Koichi Wakata, has been in outer space four times. Yes, really, it’s true. While he is more than busy with his job he was able to take some time out to speak to me recently about space.

An Interview with Koichi Wakata

Me: How old were you when you first thought about outer space?

Koichi: I was five years old. I was watching the moon landing on television. At the time there was no space program in Japan so I didn’t really think I could be an astronaut. It was a dream. It did spark an interest in space and flying though.

Me: And your parents encouraged you?

Koichi: My parents bought me a toy airplane. I remember playing with it.

Me: Where did you go to school?

Koichi: I went to school, college, and grad school in Japan.

Me: You’re from Japan. What brought you to the U.S.?

Koichi: The space program. I work for JAXA, Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency. I report to them.

Me: What did you study in college? Did you plan to be an astronaut when you went to college?

Koichi: No, I wanted to be a structural engineer specifically an airplane structural engineer – making better, lighter, stronger airplanes. My bachelor’s is in aeronautical engineering, my master’s is in applied mechanics. Much later I got my PhD in Aerospace engineering.

Me: What about being an astronaut? Did you take classes? Courses? How did you go from an aeronautical engineer to an astronaut?

Koichi: I saw an article in the paper. JAXA, Japan Aerospace Exploration agency was looking for mission specialist candidates. I, and 400 others, applied.

Me: The paper! Wow, I should pay more attention! What kind of tests did you have to do to qualify?

Koichi: Everything: Math, science, history, language. There were medical exams, and other exams. I passed.

Me: But you were chosen out of the 400. I’m certain there were a lot of qualified people, so what made you stand out? (I bet your wife Stephanie, can answer this one.)

Stefanie: I can. I think he was chosen because he has such a positive outlook about life. He’s a positive, happy person. He pushes himself to excel. And he isn’t afraid of anything.

Koichi: And because I’m curious. I’ve always wanted to explore new things. I’m always asking questions. I want to see new things.

Me: So you don’t watch The Godfather over and over again like some guys? Ha. Just kidding. I bet Stefanie has it right, there are geniuses and then there are geniuses who love life and reflect a positive outlook. Those are not so common. So tell me, you’ve been in space four times? That’s amazing.

Koichi: The first time was 9 days on the shuttle: STS-72, the second time was 13 days on STS-92, the third time was the space station for 4 1/2 months, this last time I was up there 188 days.

Me: That is a long time to be in space. What was the food like?

Koichi: Not so good. They have us on a low salt diet. It’s not very tasty.

Me: What about that dried ice-cream that we can buy at the space center. I got that when I was a kid and was very impressed with how good it is.

Koichi: We don’t get any of that in space.

Me: No?

Koichi: Never.

Me: You mean the advertising? the commercials? I feel like I’ve been lied to.

Koichi: That’s tourist stuff. I did eat gummy bears.

Me: Gummy bears? I feel better already. Who, would you say, were your mentors in the space program when you first started out?

Koichi: Ken Cockrel is who first comes to mind. Then Brian Duffy, I flew 2 missions with him. When something would happen out there I would always ask myself what would Ken do? Or what would Brian do?

Me: This is all so good. Tell me about space experiments.

Koichi: There were a lot of them. Robotics, we would work with small robots to see how they could help in space. We had medical experiments, life science experiments, we experimented with liquid to see how it reacts in space.

Me: How does it react in space?

Koichi: It clings to surfaces. You’d think it would ball up and fly around but that’s only if you fling it, it stays on surfaces.

Me: that’s interesting. What kind of life sciences experiments and medical experiments?

Koichi: I volunteered as a guinea pig.

Me: Seriously?

Koichi: Yes, they did two tests with me. One was to test a bone density drug, the other was an experiment with my vision.

Me: They experimented on you?

Koichi: Yes, in space you lose bone density. On earth, your weight and the force of gravity pulls you and keeps your bones strong because the cells that replace bone are always at work. In space, those cells don’t work. So we must exercise using a vacuum cylinder to replicate weights. This helps to keep bones from losing too much density. The experiment this time was with a bone density drug. Not only did I not lose bone density but I gained a little. With the eyes, the back of the eye is affected in a weightless environment by becoming somewhat flatter. The effect is reversed back on earth but the vision in space is affected, things can get blurry. I was being monitored with that also.

Me: This all would be very interesting to anyone writing sci-fi. Oh, the things I could do with vision loss on a space ship. What other kinds of experiments did you do?

Koichi: We worked with a simi-conductor material. It is easier in space to create material that is lighter and thinner because of the weightlessness. There are a lot of materials being invented in space that would not be possible on earth.

Me: Oh my, the sci-fi writer inside me is humming. What is the most impressive thing you’ve seen?

Koichi: While the view of earth from outer space is very impressive, the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen happened when I was a thirteen year old.

Me: Really? What was it?

Koichi: I went to Boulder, CO. I visited the Great Rocky Mountains.

Me: Wow, the mountains do that to you, don’t they?

Koichi: That was a truly amazing experience. Being from Japan, and then visiting Boulder, all that space, the mountains, everything. Wow.

Me: Is there anything you’d like to leave us with? A parting word?

Koichi: Yes. When I am out there looking back at earth it is a truly humbling thing to see how small it is.

Me: Can you see pollution from outer space?

Koichi: At night, you can see the lights from the big cities.

Me: Light pollution.

Koichi: Yes.

Me: What about water pollution? Can you see the air pollution above cities? Like China?

Koichi: You can see the fires, the smoke from fires. And you can see the run-off at the mouth of rivers like the Mississippi river. But the Shanghai river is the worst of all. The earth really is tiny, and blue. It seems vulnerable. My feeling is that I’d like to protect it somehow. We all need to protect this spaceship earth.

Me: Yes, we do. What a great interview. Thank you so much, Koichi Wakata and Stefanie. You both are amazing. I feel so fortunate to live in the same neighborhood.


See Koichi Wakata’s information here: http://iss.jaxa.jp/en/astro/biographies/wakata/






Mark has such a kind heart. From helping Nell with her grocery shopping each week to rescuing dogs. He is certainly the “go-to” man for helping. I’m adding this post from the Montrose News for your reading enjoyment.

Dogged Determination: Caring For Abandoned Canines Is Hard, But For One Montrose Man Not Caring Is Harder
This post was written by East Montrose neighbor Claudia Kolker. It was published by Montrosedistrict.org

Blah. Photo by Juan Islas.

The sixth time Mark Lankford went wooing, he brought a chicken. Lankford, a blond, boyishly good-looking tax auditor who lives in East Montrose, was smitten the first time he saw a little white terrier cowering in an alley in Channelview. But it took determination to save her. For five days, Lankford returned to the spot; the terrier wouldn’t come close. On the sixth day, armed with a rotisserie chicken, Lankford shredded meat into a trail to his car. The terrier snuffled her way through the door, and into a new life with Lankford.

That was in 2006. In the years since, the 52-year old Lankford has become something of a reluctant St. Francis. The little terrier, now named Rosie, was the first of some 20 dogs he would scoop up from Houston’s streets. Five of those Lankford adopted as his own. The rest he found new homes for with a resolve that can only be called dogged. It’s not been an easy task; while some of the dogs went into happy households quickly, others took more time, time in which he had to feed, fix, and have them vaccinated at his own expense. Right now, Lankford is trying to get two of his rescue dogs adopted together: a noble-natured Labrador retriever named Max and his best friend, a smudge-faced boxer mix called Big Boy.

“It wasn’t my intention to start rescuing dogs,” Lankford says, almost apologetically. “I just knew Rosie wouldn’t survive on the street.”

Lankford saves dogs by choice, of course. But because he is as pragmatic as he is kind, he frets about the responsibility he is taking on. “I don’t know what to do,” he complained recently while walking Max. “I can’t add another dog to the ones I have. I just can’t.” Watching him lovingly, Max clearly would like nothing better.

Blah. Photo by Juan Islas.

If at times Lankford feels he is alone in his effort to rescue pets others have abandoned, he is actually part of a breed. There are, of course, a multitude of animal welfare organizations, big and small, across the country. But they can only do so much, and in areas where they don’t always reach, from prosperous neighborhoods such as Montrose to hard-bitten projects and bleak country towns, there are individuals such as Lankford driven to do what they can, on their own, to save one animal at a time.

In the view of Best Friends Animal Society, a national leader in animal welfare, such individuals can have a surprising impact. “They are voices for these animals in their own neighborhoods. They are also role models,” says Holly Sizemore, Best Friends’ director of community programs and services.

“Many of these individuals do join together to make change,” Sizemore adds. “That’s how I came to this work. I worked as a waitress in Salt Lake City, and I’d see stray cats coming out of the woodwork on my way home from the night shift. This was 20 years ago. There was nothing in place for them. So I started to rescue them. Eventually, that work became a nonprofit.”

Lankford, for his part, remains something of a lone wolf. He supports Houston’s animal welfare groups, but works independently of them. The problem, he says, is that these groups are already drowning in abandoned pets. These include the slowly improving BARC, the city shelter, which in past years was known more for killing animals than helping them. There’s also Friends for Life, Houston’s no-kill shelter; Red Collar Rescue, a group whose founder handpicks its rescues; and Barrio Dogs, which focuses on education as well as finding fosters for street dogs. Then there’s No-Kill Houston, which lobbies against euthanasia as an animal control strategy, and SNAP, which tries to staunch Houston’s tidal wave of unwanted animals with low cost spaying and neutering.

The list could go on, but it’s not one Lankford has had much luck with, either because they can’t meet his expectations, or he theirs. “I don’t have the heart to take a dog to BARC,” he says. “It’ll be dead in days. The no-kill shelter makes you foster first for eight or nine months before they’ll take a dog from you. And Barrio Dogs doesn’t take dogs from individuals. I guess they feel that it’s been rescued, it is in safe hands.”

Lankford even drove a dog to Austin, where a few years ago the municipal shelter dedicated itself to becoming a no-kill facility. But something went wrong: the shelter euthanizes animals with behavioral problems, and Lankford got word, too late, that the dog he brought got stamped with that label.

The shelters, no doubt, have a slightly different take on things than Lankford does. Still, he believes, someone must help the stray dogs he sees in Houston’s parks and streets. It’s just that that someone, often, is Lankford himself. He insists he doesn’t go looking. But his dedication may have been destined.

Blah. Photo by Juan Islas.

Raised in Louisiana by parents who worked in the oil and accounting industries, Lankford grew up in a cacophony of pet dogs, cats, turtles, and birds. “We all loved animals,” he says. Healing was also a family tradition: Lankford’s stepfather, brother, sister, and brother-in-law are all physicians or psychologists. ”The first dog I rescued,” Lankford says, “was Keshi, a puppy at the Zuni Reservation in New Mexico, where my sister was working as a doctor. A nurse rescued the dog. I got a health certificate and a plane ticket and took it home to Louisiana.”

That was a one-time event until Lankford found himself in Houston. He had majored in architecture, but halfway through college, the economy sputtered and he switched to accounting, where he showed a gift for putting stray numbers in place. A job auditing oil companies lured him to Houston.

With plenty of room in his new Montrose house, Lankford could indulge his childhood passion for dogs. He just didn’t guess how many he would find here.

An estimated 1.2 million homeless cats and dogs roam Houston; local shelters kill 80,000 plus animals annually, some feral, some stray, and others pets abandoned by their owners. While pet owners dump animals in every part of town, including Montrose, certain quadrants are known for their discarded dogs and cats. Typically, the dumping grounds lie en route to low-income neighborhoods – places where people move often from small apartments; where crises thwart planning for the next meal, not to mention the care of a puppy; and where life can be so harsh for humans that disposing of an animal doesn’t seem much of a departure.

More than a dozen of Lankford’s rescues have come from one of these dumping grounds, Maxey Park, home to the second official dog park in the Houston Parks and Recreation system. A huge, wooded preserve where city dogs can ramble in bliss, it’s a place Lankford used to go weekly. But at night other dog owners come too, and shove their pets out of car doors to die. That’s how Lankford found Big Boy. “He didn’t need coaxing,” Lankford says. ”All the dogs I’ve found there are so eager for a home. They head right for my car.”

Sickened by what he’d seen at Maxey Park, Lankford emailed local candidates in recent elections to demand solutions. Harris County Commissioner Steve Radack was the only one who bothered to answer, inviting Lankford to visit. (Lankford hasn’t gone yet.) Lankford also wrote to Mayor Annise Parker, proposing measures such as a city park ranger, a video camera, and No Dumping signs.

“Since last Saturday,” Lankford wrote in August, “five dogs have been abandoned at the Maxey Road Dog Park. From February until now, that is at least 13 dogs I have personally found abandoned at the park … Other people have told me about countless other dogs that have been dumped. . . Another man and I took shifts last Saturday staying with puppies at the park until the SPCA showed up six hours later.”

Parker’s office, Lankford says, promptly fixed a gate in the park, but wrote back ruling out his other suggestions.

“My family has told me to stop going to Maxey Road,” Lankford says. He heaves a sigh. But here is the nature of a dog rescuer: He still sometimes goes.

Blah. Photo by Juan Islas.

Thus far, Lankford has found homes for his Maxey Road rescues with siblings, friends, and at least three neighbors within a few blocks. But like many such independent animal rescuers, he soon ran out of personal contacts who could take an animal in. So in gently desperate Facebook posts Lankford is expanding his outreach to neighbors he doesn’t yet know. And, because this is Montrose, he makes new friends constantly walking his dogs.

”That’s how I’ve met all my friends in this neighborhood,” Lankford says. ” I have a friend now who lived here for years, and didn’t know anyone until he got a dog.”

He is hoping one of these new acquaintances might be able to adopt Max and Big Boy, the Labrador and boxer pair who are his latest project. Big Boy is a particular concern. Lankford already found Big Boy a home once, but his new owner can no longer care for him, so Lankford has dedicated himself to finding the boxer another, more permanent place to live.

True to his name, Big Boy is large, but so graceful and affectionate that if Langford were to play favorites, Big Boy might win. Today, Big Boy is still at his current owner’s home, awaiting his future. Lankford has come to visit, and Big Boy seems to sense his old friend’s approach. Big Boy is hidden behind a metal wall, secluded as a novitiate. He doesn’t bark. But as Lankford walks down the sidewalk to say hello, a smudgy-black snout frantically noses from under the wall. It breathes deeply. It tries hard to get close. Lankford leans downward.

‘Hey, Big Boy,” he says. ”Don’t worry.”

The Gang’s All About Here

Posted: August 22, 2014 in Eateries, People

SAM_1161I’ve been away for a while, getting novels published, dealing with my mother’s passing, and reorganizing my home. I’m back. Enough about me, this blog is about my very cool neighborhood.

Here it is the blazing August of Houston and a lot of the neighborhood folk are meeting at the very hip Cuchara, Mexico City Cuisine, this evening. The restaurant is hosting this neighborhood meet and greet. SAM_1160

The ceiling sported some fancy artwork.

I had some great tortilla soup and some crunchy cheese taquitos.














Just for fun I’m adding a picture of what everyone in the neighborhood has been seeing for the past nine months. The city is replacing the ancient water lines.


We live in possibly the coolest of all the cool neighborhoods inside the “loop” in Houston. Beside the neighborliness of its inhabitants, we have some famous people living here.

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We have an astronaut, the one farthest to the right. Koichi Wakata helped with the countdown to 2014 in Time’s square, from the space station.


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We also have Joan Son, an international star in the artful business of folding paper. She will be having an exhibit at the Jung Center by the Houston Museum of Fine Art in April.

The exhibit is called “Time Travelers”. It features human-being-size paper dresses made in the likenesses of the paper dresses she designed when she was a child. She uses the quote from Carl Jung, “What did you do as a child that made the hours go like minutes? Herein lies the key to your earthy pursuits.”

I followed up with the challenge of trying to figure out what I did as a child that defines who I am now. See my answer on my post of Jan 16 at http://www.rebeccanolen.com. I am the author of The Dry (by Rebecca Nolen) and Deadly Thyme (by R.L. Nolen).

Here are short obituaries for two cottages obliterated since I began this project, and about one cottage that was torn down last year before The Cottages Project.

The first one at 501 West Drew took me by surprise. No one was upset to see the ugly apartments next door to it disappear but the little cottage was to become part of the builder’s project so it had to go, too. I look at this picture and how nice the columns were on the porch, and how nice the siding looked. I hope a lot of it was salvaged.

501 West Drew

501 West Drew


The next one at 2110 Converse, I was not devastated to see go because sad-to-say it had been in disrepair for so long that it needed a structural overhaul. I had been inside the house. There was cardboard on the ceiling (instead of ceiling) There were rags stuffed between the walls and floors where you could see the outside through the huge crack. Most of the interior walls had been rearranged, so were not original. The only thing original to the house that was visible inside were the stairs, and a lot of the railing had been removed. When it rained water came through from the upstairs to the downstairs (hence the cardboard). The outside siding was full of holes so that you could see the inside of the inside walls. The back door was permanently ajar because it could not close.

2110 Converse

2110 Converse


The back of the house.

The back of the house.

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When I saw this next cottage the first time I thought it was so pretty. I loved the sea-glass color with the white trim and the gingerbread. The wrap-around porch was lovely. I met someone who had seen the inside of it and said the floors were original and in great shape. It had just been painted inside when the tractors came to rip it to shreds. The address was Crocker and West Drew.

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Walking the neighborhood one day I saw the “For Sale” signs at two cottages, side by side. The next week they were gone. This is now what is going up on the one lot. All this was quick. So fast I have no pictures of those two cottages. SAM_0826_0396

As you peruse the cottages below and on previous posts, you’ll note that each one is unique, at least on the outside. Some are the same, but you wouldn’t know it unless you saw the inside. Even a hundred years ago the neighborhood developers were building copies of houses. They would change them up with different porch configurations. There are even some houses in East Montrose that were mail-ordered out of the Sears and Roebuck catalog, the parts shipped here by train and assembled on the property. The average price for a two-story home from the Sears catalog was around $5,000 in 1903.

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