Three Fold is one of Little Rock’s most consistently delicious restaurants. This is widely known. But I wonder if others are like me and have found a menu item they love so fully, they have great difficulty switching up their order. For many years, I exclusively ordered the veggie dumplings. Lately, pretty much without fail, I get the Three Fold Salad, which features the restaurant’s signature cabbage and carrot slaws, a tea-scented soft-boiled egg and tofu (or whatever protein you want). It’s just about perfect. Why would I mix it up?
But earlier in the week, perhaps wishing that it was feeling more like fall outside, I got the urge for some soup, and remembered that Three Fold’s beef noodle soup was outrageously good. It’s flat rice noodles, huge chunks of tender beef shank, rough-cut carrot chunks, cooked tomatoes and some greens in a deliciously complex beef broth. Get it spicy, so you sweat a little. Like pho and homemade chicken noodle soup, it tastes like it has curative powers. LM
I early voted on Saturday and then treated myself to the Mexican street corn appetizer at The Fold Botanas & Bar at the bottom of Cantrell Hill. Served in a large bowl accompanied with chips, it was light and had a piquant bite. It was both refreshing, tangy and spicy and a treat that I couldn’t quit.
The corn is mixed with jalapeno aioli, queso fresco, pepitas and cilantro. I also tasted a hint of citrus. It had a surprise underlayer of guacamole and at the very bottom lies a crispy tostada. The Fold has great chips, and the saltiness from the chips really blended well with the tangy corn dip. Solid appetizer. RB
I spent election night bouncing from watch party to watch party, trying to size up who had the best snacks. I heard it was going to be an awful night of results, so it made sense to deal with the emotions by eating all the food. The evening started out with promise. This slider from Steve Landers’ party at Union Station was pretty solid.
I grabbed some honey sticks on my way out the door.
True story: I shoved the bundle of honey sticks in my bag and when I reached in it later — to try to find my brand new press badge that I’d already lost — I stabbed myself with one of the honey sticks, directly in that fleshy little pocket of awkward skin on the edge of my fingernail. Fearing infection, I made my way to the car to hear on the radio that the Associated Press called the governor’s race for Sarah Huckabee Sanders. It was 7:32 p.m. Chris Jones walked a mile in all 75 Arkansas counties campaigning and the race was called at 7:32 p.m. Appetite lost.
But I pushed on and the next best thing I ate came a couple hours later at Responsible Growth’s party at the Capital Hotel. Responsible Growth raised more than $13 million in an attempt to legalize recreational marijuana. By this time it seemed like the party was over because everyone knew that Issue 4 was going to fail. The pork slider and the fried macaroni ball both would’ve been excellent two hours earlier, but the little mini chocolate cream pie with a raspberry on top and the lemon pie were both outstanding.