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“Piss” Apologia

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Went to a pleasantly small wedding several weeks ago at a bed and breakfast. So small that we five or six drinkers on hand had to bring our own hooch. As we’re all concerned about our waistlines (superficial?), we filled ...


All Roads Lead to West 7th

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Before closing about a year ago, The Pour House was a Sundance Square institution, a 13-year-old sports bar with the spirit of an inviting nightclub and a kitchen that rivaled that of a fine-dining establishment. It was with gl...



‘Rita Madness

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I’ve painted myself into a corner. A salt-rimmed, tequila-fueled, one-more-and-I’ll-be-on-top-of-the-table corner. In a quixotic attempt to find the 817′s best margarita (our Best of Fort Worth issue comes out...


All Jacksboro’d Up

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If variety is the spice of life, then I’m-a one spicy a-meat-a-ball. Lately anyways. And as it only applies to the places where I drink. Don’t get me wrong. The bars on West 7th are great, I dig West Berry, I left m...



Flipped Off

Caroline Collier
I keep hearing folks who are obviously unfamiliar with the ways of the Fort talk about how the city is “growing up.” What they’re saying, basically, is that Fort Worth is turning into a run-of-the-mill Metrose...


Drafting

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OK, I get it, Mellow Mushroom. I can read between your lines. I mean, your menu is probably not the only menu that calls appetizers “munchies,” but it is probably the only one in town with a wizard on it (never mind...



Purple Reign

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We’ve pretty well covered the fact that TCU students are feared and loathed by bar and restaurant owners up and down South University Drive and West Berry Street. My compadre Steve Steward works at a bar over there, and i...


R.I.P. Fred’s University

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When I moved down here in 1990 from the land where the rivers burn and smoke from the steel mills turn the sky orange, I needed to learn about my new home city and state. Of course I went to the Stockyards, and, while sitting i...



Close Encounters of the Knurd Kind

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I went on a goose chase recently, trying to find a thank-you gift for a hard-to-buy-for co-worker. His beloved said he likes something called Molson Golden. I don’t really like the taste of beer, and I’m allergic to...


Second-Hand News

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There’s nothing worse than a dry drunk, they say, except for a reformed smoker. I quit smoking back in May, toward the end of the month. I’d just gotten back from a trip to New Jersey to see my folks. My old man, wh...