The first time I saw Nix, I got the vibe that it was some crazy heavy metal bar. A biker bar perhaps. Well, at least a place where short skirts and sleazy guys might hang out.
I mean, they DO have FLAMES in their logo:
Even with this uncertainty, I’m still a sucker for a good deal. I scored a restaurant.com deal for Nix—a $25 gift certificate for a measly $2??? Who cares what sort of crazies might patronize the place. (Side note – if you haven’t checked it out yet, head on over to restaurant.com and input “FLAG” in the promo code—currently, it will save you 60%!).
This past weekend we FINALLY stopped into Nix, and WOW was I (thankfully) wrong!
Even though the flame theme carried on inside, it was in a much classier sort of way than I had envisioned. I mean, check out the guy in the tie!
Live music is ALWAYS a plus!
So dinner at a burger bar, and did either of us order burgers? No ma’am. Blasphemy, I know. Instead I ordered the Spicy Southwestern Chicken, which had pepper jack cheese
, fresh green chili salsa, red onion ![]()
, and chipotle ranch.
It was served over a bed of lettuce, so it was basically a big super tasty Mexican salad.
BF got the El Paso Me Chicken sandwich, which was basically my meal on a bun plus guacamole and creamy queso:
We both got the cucumber salad as our side, and we were both super impressed with our dinner. Two HUGE thumbs up for Nix.
Hard to believe that was nearly a week ago! Where the heck did this week go? Oh that’s right, food poisoning sucked up nearly two days. ![]()
(Nix did not give me the bug, just to be clear!)
I’m not sure what’s worse—getting food poisoning at a restaurant or getting food poisoning from a meal you cooked at home. What do you guys think? I’m thinking it’s worse at home. Now I want to throw out EVERYTHING in my kitchen.

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Food poisoning? With e-coli scare, who knows what’s in our food? In 1992, night before Brent and I were to catch a flight home from Paris, got so sick after eating at a Pizza place, wondered how I’d ever make early flight, but we did. Night clerk at the hotel said to “sleep it off” like he thought I was drunk? Not on one glass of wine (can’t get a martini in France),