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Chronicles

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This past summer, I realized that my entire professional life revolves around bars. From working in one to performing in others and writing about them all, my bread and butter is making and taking drinks and entertaining others...


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Huts of Chuckles

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A couple of years ago, when The Moon was still around, I tried my hand at stand-up comedy. Three times, in fact. Spent my five minutes on riffs about young women who are way too into their cats and my being way too high to oper...



A mere slice of the tap wall at Rodeo Goat.

Kickin’: Rodeo Goat

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In my highly professional and totally expert opinion, no matter how fatty or juicy or upscale a hamburger is, it’s still only good for sopping up one or two drinks. Your constitution might be such that a burger or other equiv...


A shot from the Whiskey Girl stage courtesy Facebook.

Whiskey Girl: All Ears

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If you caught last week’s Last Call, all you need to know is that I kept my sobriety train rolling all the way to Friday and that I was more than happy to leap off the wagon by the time Saturday rolled around. Good thing too....



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Rummage Rock ’n’ Roll

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As this goes to print, I will have been sober for, like, I dunno, three whole days. No beer, no booze, no weed, not even so much as a sip from one of those adorable 8-ounce Coca-Colas that look hilarious and precious when clasp...


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Sunday EVENIN’ Comin’ Down

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Long ago, when I had a real job, one that required me to be behind a desk at 9 a.m., go to weekly meetings to hear about “shared learnings,” and listen to fussy clients berate my team’s leader over a speakerphone, I devel...



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Why We Go to Joe T.’s

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If you’ve lived here long enough, you know that when out of towners come to visit and when the weather’s nice, you stand a good chance of going to Joe T. Garcia’s. And it doesn’t even matter if you think the food is ove...


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Live Oak Finally Comes Alive

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On Saturday night, I looked around the Live Oak’s main room at the masses bouncing along to Skeleton Coast, dancing in a flood of the Fort Worth band’s spacey reverb and phased guitars. Bathed in green light from gel lamps ...



Wake up, it's happy hour!

The Blackhorse Rises, Shines

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According to legend, there was once an itinerant holy man, wandering the countryside performing incredible feats of magic. When he wasn’t controlling the weather, transmogrifying matter, or bringing the dead back to life, he ...


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Decisions

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Saturday night, after a disappointing bowl of pho from Phuong in Haltom City (this is what I get for cheating on Pho 95), I headed west on Belknap Street, bound for the third annual Lolaspalooza at Lola’s Saloon. To be fair, ...