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Big Ol’ Diamond Jim’s

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For whatever reason the other night, I had the mystical ville of Grand Prairie on my mind, because I was heading east on I-30 and didn’t feel like stopping in Arlington — I’d originally planned to check out World of Beer ...


Stand by Zio Carlo?

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As I write this, Zio Carlo Brew Pub is still trying to recover from some bad press. By now you know about owner Carlo Galotto’s drunken Facebook fusillade against people he referred to as “spoiled Obama kids,” as well as ...



To The Moon … Again

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As first reported in town in Blotch, The Moon has temporarily returned to its original West Berry Street location, starting Tuesday, fittingly for Tuesday-night staple Mike Richardson’s Big Mike’s Box of Rock. Of course, if...


From Finish Line to Wet Willie’s

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In the 14-odd years I’ve lived in the Fort, I’ve been to Billy Bob’s exactly once, in 2002, to see Willie Nelson. I don’t remember much other than a bartender who opened five or six longnecks at a time, cradling them un...



Again with the ’80s

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Last week, Chow, Baby offered an elegiac tribute to Sardines Ristorante Italiano, a recently departed, fondly remembered Italian restaurant that quickly reincarnated into Studio 80, a dance club themed around the decade that sa...


Assumptions and Illusions

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Remember how I mentioned recently that Spencer’s Corner closed? While I’m sure plenty of haters cackled with glee, the double-decker Westside house of trashy fun had a lot of fans, and for anyone who remembers a night out t...



Whiskey, Rye, Fineness

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My afternoon had already taken me to a carpet bar on 28th Street, where the aura was interesting enough that I thought the place deserved more research than just an after-lunch stop. After settling into my post-Halloween hair o...


Redneck Heaven, Garlic Bread Hell

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Every time I’m on 820 as it loops north of Haltom City, I see the sign. It says Redneck Heaven, and it applies to a gigantic bar and grill with motorcycles parked in front of it. And every time, I think, Oh, geez.



Zio Carlo Brew Pub:

Old World Charm
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Walking down Magnolia to the convenience store on College Avenue the other day, I had the idea that I would grab a beer on my way to buying a Red Bull. I was procrastinating, avoiding writing at home, you see, and I figured tha...


From Here

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Toward the end of Saturday, Holy Moly frontman Joe Rose looked out from the stage into the crowd at The Aardvark, pointed a tattooed finger in the air, and yelled, “We’re Holy Moly, and we’re from this motherfuckin’ tow...