TL;DR: New fav restaurant and in both my Houston's Best and Houston Visitors lists. Get the Frena bread and the kadaif. Park in the garage.
HRW's website navigation is utter crap so I asked GPT to check the menus instead. Of the 6 it had chosen, 3 were already favorites, and Okto was one of the two on my radar to visit.
We valeted bc I left late. GMaps is outdated as the validations are no longer provided; it's $10.
I walked in and noticed the illuminance. I normally hate dark places, but Októ is kinda sexy-dark and lit in the right places. The circular bar glows as a center piece for the restaurant, and every table has one of those skinny lamps. Props to the interior designer.
I had reserved a high top, and it had the cushiest stool I've sat on! Funny how a detail like this has an impact on first impressions.
Then we met Tristan.
He asked whether it was our first time and about food restrictions. I don't eat cilantro, and he mentioned how the green salad and the Denver cut has it but the latter is subtle.
Is my bar too low if I say I already liked that he knew the menu inside out?
His first-timer recs: the Frena bread, Greek salad, octopus (apparently Houston's best in 2024), and kebabs. I asked where the oysters were from, and he said Murder Point, AL but farm-raised off-bottom, harvested at 2.5", and resemble PEI oysters.
Ok, Tristan, name my concern about Gulf oysters AND one of my fav sources in one go, unprompted. Whatever low bar I had, he cleared it like a pole vaulter.
We ended up not ordering from the HRW menu at all:
- Frena bread with olives and pickled pepper. We were thinking it over based on the fact that the burger was going to have buns, and Tristan said, "Do you want me to put in an order while you decide on the rest of the menu?" Smooth like the whipped pistachio pesto butter that comes with it.
Plus, Enrique came by and cut it for us so we got to meet him, too. A lovely manager with an impeccable sillage who said the frena goes well with Nutella. We're skeptical but will try next time. 5/5
- Half-shells. Surprisingly reminiscent of Kushi (so more Pacific NW than Atlantic) and increased my appreciation of Gulf oysters. I liked the beet horseradish mignonette. 4/5 bc it was slightly fishy but I'd try it again.
- Octopus. Perfect texture, really liked the bish bash of fennel, but it was too salty for me, and on a spread of romesco, which is not my favorite. 4/5 but executed well.
- Burger. Okay. This burger is the embodiment of decadence: half-pound ground steak, foie gras, Gorgonzola (I normally avoid blue cheese, but you don't taste the "blue" - just added richness), caramelized onion and molten Comté oozing on top, cooked a perfect medium-rare-plus.
This is frankly the best burger I've had. Not just in Houston. Ever. A categorical champion. It disappeared off Hubbby's plate so fast that Tristan came by to check on us and said, "I see they didn't bring you the burger."
How is this burger not spotlighted more? What are you doing, Chronicles and Eater? And why am I opening my big mouth and writing about it? Enrique, Chef, owners, please don't bump the price a lot and make me regret singing like a canary about this. At $26, this burger put Okto on my Houston Visitors list. 6/5
We were full, but dessert tummy's a thing at a place you like. The dessert menu had four items: Basque Cheesecake, a Chocolate Mousse ensemble of some kind, Pistachio Four Ways, and Kadaif with rose gelato.
Hubby and I conspired that we'd ask Tristan for a rec; if it's not kadaif, we'd go to the Dessert Gallery. He said, "The kadaif is special," we fessed up, and DG lost us for the night.
And he was right. The rose sherbet foam surrounds the densely-packed kadaif that sits on top of the rose gelato, and candied petals float above. It's what pretty tastes like. The ice cream reminds me of Turkish ice creams - thick and chewy, which I adore. Another 6/5. We also had the dairy-free pistachio gelato with GF crumbles, and loved its sticky creaminess.
All good things come to an end, and so did this visit. More things I appreciated:
- We weren't rushed afterward.
- We learned Tristan's the captain, which tracks. He was simultaneously covering the bar and our high-top because another server had called out. Our win.
- Everyone's nice. One offered me a bag holder. Our glasses were full 90% of the night. That's a feat when Hubby drinks like a hippo.
- The restaurant is loud but others' convos remain indistinct, and you lean in to talk. Again, sexy.
I rarely write as lengthy reviews anymore, but was happy writing this. Ambiance, alluring; food, decadent AND detailed; and warm banter and exchanges with the team: standout. The trifecta makes Októ an immediate favorite in my book and an addition to my Houston's Best list.
Thanks for a lovely night, Tristan, Enrique, and team. See you soon. read more