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Buffalo Bros. Transcends Wings

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In the summer of 2001, I made my initial foray into the bar biz at a New Orleans-themed “tavern and daiquiri bar” or, if you prefer (and I do), “a daiquiria.” For about six months, I worked the door, a thankless task in...


Skeeving Down Unda

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Just to let you know, this is another column about the White Elephant and Lola’s Saloon. I know I write about both of these bars a lot, and I also know there are plenty of other places in town to talk about. Thing is, all tho...



A Capital Idea

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Ever been to the Capital Bar? I mean, you probably have — it’s been open for almost a year, and from what I’ve seen, it gets pretty busy. I’d been there one time last fall on a Friday, when the place was elbow-to-elbow ...


Blarney Baloney at Delaney’s

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What do you get when you combine baloney Irishness, deep-stained oak, shitty service, and a bar that reeks a little? If you answered, “The old Bennigan’s downtown!,” you’d be right, but you’d also be living in the pas...



Finn MacCool’s Expands

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Have you been by Finn MacCool’s lately? Well, hurry it up, and when you go, be sure to say something nice about the bar’s new addition — Finn’s has expanded into the recently vacated storefront next door on 8th Avenue, ...


Bright Lights, Big Rooster

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I forget where we started out, but we ended up going to The Wild Rooster Bar, a relatively new joint on that little peninsula between Camp Bowie Boulevard and West 7th Street, occupying the space where Asel Art Supply used to be.



Inauthenticity Is the Real Deal

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Is there such a thing as an authentic bar? A bar totally devoid of pretense? Because, after all, the best bars (The Chat Room, 7th Haven, Sarah’s Place) are just really good simulacrums of awesome rec rooms.


Zen and the All-Star

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There are nights when I get drunk, and there are nights when I have a drink. In the case of the latter, I find it best to find a sparsely populated bar with muted lighting and silent TVs. I like these environments because they ...



Die With Your Boots On

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Monday morning, I woke up on the couch in a torso-shaped puddle of sweat. It was one of those moments when I briefly wondered where I was, but then I saw the empty tallboys and Whatawrappers decorating the coffee table and real...


Independents Day

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As I sat there in the lawn chair watching my friend load the mortar shell, I noticed that for the first Fourth of July in a decade, I was sober. I also noticed that he was taking a long time to light the fuse. The mortar shell ...