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Last Laughs

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Randy Butler spends a lot of time in the basement. His comedy nightclub, Hyena’s, is located there in a building owned by a mega-real estate company on Houston Street near Sundance Square. But when it comes to moving and ...


Size Matters?

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Here comes another nightlife project in a seemingly cursed spot in the Stockyards. In April, veteran mover-and-shaker Spencer Taylor will take essentially an entire city block on West Exchange Street to open several clubs, incl...



Alt-Hip-Hop?

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In the Southside space formerly known as Club Freestyle – and to the Fort Worth Police Department as “Club Free-For-All” – 29-year-old first-time club owner LaCresha Thompson has just opened Mesmerize.


Man For All Seasons?

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Well, it’s about damn time. Ever since I heard the news that The Ginger Man pub chain was going to take over the spot formerly known as Rick’s on the Bricks, on Camp Bowie near Montgomery, I’ve been salivating.



Pretty-Boy Security

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I don’t know what nightlife’s like in Dallas, but here, I’m glad to see things spiffing up a bit. Variety’s the spice of life and all.  There are a lot of folks to thank – the club owners, the pre...


New Year’s Eve or Just Another Obligation to Blow Money?

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Since I’m a nightlife columnist and since the biggest nightlife celebration of the year is Sunday, I’d be failing you by not saying something about New Year’s Eve. But understand that what I have to say has no...



Pilgrim’s Progress

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As a devout nightlife columnist and professional social drinker, I need to make a pilgrimage to my mecca every now and then, just to reacquaint myself with my inner-Foster Brooks and adjust my priorities (and vision) accordingly.


Open Letter to Off-the-Wall Jack

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Dear Mr. Off-the-Wall Jack. Don’t worry. I’m not writing you now in the hope that you’ll change your name to something less disgusting. Rather, as a friend and concerned citizen, I’d like to say that, Ja...



’Tis the Season

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A while back at a Westside bar, a small bachelorette party rolled in and had a couple drinks. When time came to settle up, the woman (not a regular) who started the tab with her credit card raised a stink, claiming that sheR...


Far Out … No, Really

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The gutsiest investments in Clubland – conceptually, financially, location-wise – always prompt the question: Will it make it? Take Metro Cinema + Indigo Grille.