100 Favorite Dishes 2012: No. 88, Honey Badger Omelet at Kraftsmen Cafe

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This year leading up to our annual Best of Houston® issue, we're counting down our 100 favorite dishes in Houston. This list comprises our favorite dishes from the last year, dishes that are essential to Houston's cultural landscape and/or dishes that any visitor (or resident) should try at least once.

Here's how you do a Saturday right: Get up and head to Kraftsmen Cafe and order a Honey Badger omelet.

Grab a seat and get cozy; this isn't fast food. But getting cozy won't be a problem in the bright, beckoning space that's been enlarged and redecorated since its days as the rather cold Textile. Now that the Montrose location has been sold (to the Eatsie Boys, I might add), Scott Tycer has had more time to focus on his sole location here in the Heights, and it's paid off in spades. While breakfast at the Montrose location was limited to breakfast sandwiches and croissants, the breakfast menu here in the Heights has been as expanded as the sunny dining room itself.

The Honey Badger omelet is one of the best examples of this expanded menu selection, filled with dark orange chorizo and red onions, then topped with melting slices of Havarti cheese. It comes with a couple slices of Kraftsmen's nutty whole grain bread, which you can top with apple butter or fresh strawberry jam or whatever the cafe happens to have on its sideboard that day. Grab a latte while you're at it -- a big one, as you'll want to kick back over your omelet for a while.

When you're done, go walk that Honey Badger off next door at Installations, the amazing antique store that sells everything I would put in the house of my dreams were my fears and insecurities actually made of money (God, I would be so rich). They have a white-and-crimson Formica cubicle from the 1970s and a cast-iron sleigh bed, for God's sake, although they both cost roughly $3,000 each. When you're done, grab another coffee and maybe a Kraftsmen pastry for the road and head out to enjoy the rest of your day.

Whatever else you do with your afternoon, remember the Honey Badger's mantra to make the rest of your Saturday an excellent one: Honey Badger don't care. Honey Badger don't give a shit; it just takes what it wants. (Note: This is not an effective defense in case of arrest.)

The list so far:

No. 100: Chili cheese mac at Jus' Mac
No. 99: Texas turkey sandwich at Spec's
No. 98: Custard at Petite Sweets
No. 97: Caprichos mixtos at Taqueria Monterrey Chiquito
No. 96: Pineapple-wasabi burger at Lankford Grocery
No. 95: Farmer's MKT Pizza at Phoenicia's MKT Bar
No. 94: Potatoes at Money Cat Brunch
No. 93: Breakfast tacos at Sunrise Taquito
No. 92: Hot dog at Tacos D.F.
No. 91: Avocado gelato at Frozen Cafe
No. 90: Chicken sandwich at JerryBuilt Homegrown Burgers
No. 89: Beer-battered asparagus at Hearsay

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Location Info

Kraftsmen Cafe

611 W. 22nd St., Houston, TX

Category: Restaurant

Kraftsmen Bakery

611 W 22nd St., Houston, TX

Category: General

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Why the name "honey badger?"


That "no sweet meat" guy isn't going to like this omelet with honey and badger in it.


It's high time that a Houston chef discovered the goodness of Badger!

 I lived in Madison Wisconsin for four years, and we enjoyed Badger Chili, Stuffed Badger, Pulled Badger BBQ, Truffled Roast Badger and some other really great dishes made from this pesky fellow.

Hats off to Scott Tycer, again!!


Wait, if you lived in Madison, then why would you be eating badger?  Shouldn't you be feasting on Wolverines, instead?

Katharine Shilcutt
Katharine Shilcutt

I'm pretty sure there's no actual badger in the Honey Badger omelet, but this comment wins me over for the day regardless.


 It was in the mid 80s, and our teams were stinkers then, unlike recently. It was a protest of sorts. And a joke. And a cheap way of eating well, since they were considered varmints.


Hahaha!  My mom got her degree in library science, so they were shushing people and trying to prevent people from having sex in the stacks.


 The Masters candidates had far stricter budgets, ate Northern Armadillo more often than Badger, and later claimed that greed was good. At least the MBAs.


No judging from me.  My mom got a Masters degree from Wisconsin. 

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