Yesterday, my favorite wife and I decided to splurge…instead of eating soup at home, we went out for lunch at a place newly re-christened as DiDi’s. It had been called Abuela’s Kitchen, but a woman who served us (I assume she is the owner) said the corporate powers behind Abuelo’s objected and insisted that the tiny place change its name. I’m sure the corporate behemoth, whose chain restaurants litter the landscape in Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Missouri, Arkansas, Tennessee, Florida, Indiana, etc., etc. was terribly afraid a tiny mom & pop restaurant would badly damage its identity. Never mind the fact that, in English, the little place would be called Grandmother’s Kitchen and the corporate beast would be called Grandfather’s (no “kitchen). Anyway, I’m not here to write about a miserable corporate scumbag, I am here to write about lunch.
DiDi’s will introduce a new menu next week, but we got a little peek at it while we had lunch yesterday. It looks good. The food is primarily southern Mexican, but there are a few Peruvian dishes on the menu, as well, courtesy of a daughter-in-law who is from Peru. Though this time I had the bistec ranchero (the sauce for which was out of this world!), next time I may try a Peruvian dish. They have at least a couple of Peruvian ceviches on the menu and there may be a few other Peruvian dishes…we were only able to glance at the new menu for a few moments and they don’t yet have a paper version “to go.”
So far, I haven’t found a website, nor much in the way of social media coverage. I hope the place survives. They had only been open two months as Abuela’s Kitchen when the corporate lawyers swooped in to force the expense of an identity makeover. It’s too bad they didn’t have the ability to fight the bullying; I suspect they would have won. I found a couple of other Abuela’s Kitchens in other states, including at least one in Florida, where Abuelo’s supposedly has locations (the corporate website is a piece of trash, in my opinion, when it comes to finding their locations, though…evidence of some ineptitude hidden behind the flashy corporate design). Hey, I said I wasn’t here to write about a miserable corporate scumbag…and I won’t.
The woman who served us said they will be having a grand re-opening soon, to promote their new name. She took my phone number and said they will call us with an invitation.
I will go; tiny restaurants under attack by giants deserve all the help they can get, especially when the food is good, fresh, and made by the owner. Go there. 19177 Preston Road, Dallas.