The front door at Oxheart. Photo by Alison Cook
I was wondering whether I'd see a counter in the much-anticipated new Oxheart when I poked my head in earlier this week--I was hoping for one, in fact--and there it was. In skeleton form, anyway: a squared U-shape metal grid in front of the kitchen, awaiting its longleaf-pine tabletop and built-in utensil boxes, with rustic-industrial stools soon to be filled with diners on the March 15 opening day.
Chef-owners Justin Yu and Karen Man were bustling about the former Latin Bites space in the Warehouse district with their sommelier and general manager, Justin Vann. The trio has done much of the work on the historic iron works building themselves, and they were slinging drills and stepping carefully over piles of the copper wire that will form the new lighting system.
With the help of Gin Braverman of Gin Designs, they've pared down and lightened the space to its antique industrial bones, depolarizing the windows to let in the light and the views, and playing up the lovely old brick. From a small sink trailed long ropy vines: clippings of jasmine from friend-of-the-house David Leftwich's yard, ready to plant on the wire trellises that will eventually shade the outdoor deck with its spectacular view of downtown Houston.
The Oxheart team debates where to place the wine chiller during service. Photo by Alison Cook
Vann showed off the turntable where they'll spin old-school vinyl (donations accepted), and Yu pointed out the ancient bank vault they've turned into a storage room. High on an industrial shelf, stark against a coat of white paint, forked branches scavenged from a neighborhood tree spread their fingers, waiting for the moment when they'll be used to present checks to diners at the end of a meal.
Estate-sale treasures displayed by chef Justin Yu. Photo by Alison Cook
The minute they signed the lease on the space, Yu and Man, his wife, set off towards Fredericksburg on an antiqueing expedition, gathering vintage cooking and service pieces as they went. Over the gleaming Jade Range, purchased used on E-bay, sat shelves of sauté pans including some antique copper they'd found. Yu stepped out of the bank vault cradling a vintage teapot and fondue-type kettle as if they were a pair of prized Pekingeses.
The scene, the ingenuity and the budget-consciousness reminded me of young people furnishing their first apartment, with all the excitement and determination and uncertainty that entails. That's kind of what's happening here on the corner of Nance: a carefully planned leap into the unknown, pieced together more with smarts than with money.
The U-shape of that counter I was so glad to see isn't plonked dead in front of the kitchen, like a row of theater seats. "I'm not big on requiring people to look into the kitchen," said Yu wryly when I asked him about the arrangement. Diners can converse among themselves across the well of space or watch what's happening in the kitchen if they feel like it.
Pans older and newer sit ready for the first service at Oxheart. Photo by Alison Cook
The counter decision matches what I've observed about Yu in the past, as he returned from a formative stint at Ubuntu, in Napa, to take part in the well-received Just-8 pop-up project with Seth Siegel-Gardner and Terrence Gallivan, then went on to stage a series of very successful pop-up dinners and Asian-inflected "Moneycat" brunches over the next year. Yu is a quiet, thoughtful presence, not inclined to cheffy strut or braggadocio. Of course he'd be uncomfortable at the idea of being on stage. But he's confident enough to know that he deserves one.
That U-shaped counter, set slightly back from the kitchen, is the perfect expression of the tension between those two poles of being.
Wall art by Wiley Robertson in the men's room at Oxheart. Photo by Alison Cook
The various details of the restaurant express Yu and company's commitment to a sense of place. It wasn't enough for them to simply serve tasting menus of locally and regionally sourced ingredients planned with an eye to the seasons here on the subtropical Texas Gulf Coast. They wanted to go local with their design, too. So the leather service aprons are custom-designed and crafted by Kyle Kubin, a Heights leatherworker, and the knives are all-different custom jobs by Russell Montgomery of Serenity Knives, who's been blogging about the process as he goes along.
Some of the plates will be by Steve Campbell of Three Dot Pots, who hit on a subtle orangey glaze finished with wood-ash to harmonize with the walls of old exposed brick. Art? The principals are going to make their own prints, framed in rough wood, using vegetables dipped into pig's blood, which is to say the yin and yang of their menu. I am not making that up.
Custom pockets on a locally crafted leather server apron at Oxheart. Photo by Alison Cook
And just wait until you see the graffiti art in the restrooms. It's by local street artist Wiley Robertson and it is not to be missed. I predict many intramural field trips between the men's and ladies'.
With just nine two-top tables, a single 8-top and the counter surrounded by stools, Oxheart will only seat 30-some diners. The deck won't be used for dining right away, if ever; Yu says it will serve as more of a cocktail spot and waiting area for pre- or post-dinner.
He's got his small staff lined up, including a former colleague from Ubuntu, Christie Rafanan, who drove down from California with Man last month, and will be the only server besides Vann. In the kitchen--with no designated sous chef or other titles--will be Willet Feng, a Cordon Bleu Austin grad who's got Seattle, Uchiko and private chef credits on his resume; Jason White, most recently of Revival Market and Stella Sola; and Mark Clayton, who has worked with Randy Rucker at Rainbow Lodge and Bootsie's.
Elements of the new copper lighting system at Oxheart. Photo by Alison Cook
Yes, yes, yes. What about the food? All I could pry from Yu about his opening menus was a dish he's working on using Japanese red Okame spinach grown by David Cater at Utility Research Farms. He's going to steam it over jasmine tea and serve it with a mix of white-miso-marinated grains (quinoa, puffed wheat berries and hard red wheat). Somewhere in there will be some Sai Sai flowers, harvested from a radish-like sprout with no roots that's growing in the nearby Emile Street Gardens. Oh yes, and a creamy egg yolk.
To see how the pieces fall together, you'll have to get serious about landing a reservation. The booking process for this tiny, buzzed-about restaurant begins by phone at noon on Tuesday, March 13, and reservations will only be taken two weeks in advance. It's a level playing field, if not an easy one.
(Oxheart, 1302 Nance St., 832-830-8592)
Dang, was hoping for a burger.
My friend, seriously?
Very excited that Oxheart is almost here. Can't wait to try it.
I was lucky enough to have had Justin and Karen's food at Just August as well as at a beer dinner...and believe me, they're going to blow Houston away with their creations!
I honestly cannot wait until Oxheart opens!
Just August was one of the most memorable meals i've ever had.
Hope they can keep the skels from breaking in and stealing all that copper.
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I agree! I work for an insurance company & you'd not believe how many claims we file for theft of copper.
Eating in Houston is just about to get even better!!!
They need to stick to cooking and let a professional handle the art....the "art" in the bathroom is not art. no one wants to see skulls and blood when they are eating. they need to feel comfortable with their presentation of food. remember less is more....
Maybe you should leave art criticism to the professionals.
i am a professional...
What are you doing eating in the bathrooms?
HA! nice.
look at the photo in the article....
What a great team these guys have put together. I am really excited to eat here and i definitely have several duplicate LP's that I will bring with me on my first visit. Alison...while an amazing and talented chef in his own right, Mark has not worked at Stella Sola. And those bathrooms are badass, but then again i have an oil rig tatooed on my forehead as well.
Damn, I must have misread my chicken scratched notes about the line's former places of employment. I will correct the error, and thanks very much for pointing it out. And yeah, I simply do not get the objections to the bathroom art. It's fabulous.
It looks stupid...and I'll be glad to not spend my money on their overpriced food.
"Japanese red Okame spinach grown by David Cater at Utility Research Farms. He's going to steam it over jasmine tea and serve it with a mix of white-miso-marinated grains (quinoa, puffed wheat berries and hard red wheat). Somewhere in there will be some Sai Sai flowers, harvested from a radish-like sprout with no roots that's growing in the nearby Emile Street Gardens. Oh yes, and a creamy egg yolk."
What about that doesn't make you laugh out loud? I mean it sounds like the Simpsons writers skewering pretentious "foodies." Eye roll.
my thoughts exactly ... the foodie resistance needs to make themselves heard on all such pretentious matters, especially regarding gourmet burgers!
Can we also talk about people who don't use the word "pretentious" correctly? It's almost as annoying as folks who say "actually" or misuse "literally". And who would go out of their way to read and troll up a review about a new gourmet spot if they're a Git-er-dun eat-beans-out-of-a-can sort of a person?
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So you don't like food. I don't care. Some people don't like books. Big deal.
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"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
~ Theodore Roosevelt ~
I suspect our two previous "unpretentious" readers didn't quite make it through your quote of Teddy.
As Bill Hicks once described from an experience when a waitress in the Waffle House approached him and said, "What cha reading for?"
Not what cha reading, but what are you reading for?
I suspect these two well-endowed pragmatists can talk circles around all of us in the realm of cleaning horse stalls and which type of Windex is best for bathrooms. Viva la Suburbs!