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So Long, Where House

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I remember one time at The Where House when I watched a dude drop in on a quarter pipe from the catwalk adjoining the walls of the back patio. We all watched him climb up there, line his skateboard up, and step into empty space...


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Agh, Balls

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At some point last year, some soccer fan e-mailed me asking where to go watch some Premier League games. I had no idea at the time where to send him, and I’m pretty certain I forgot to respond, but for future reference, the p...



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Piano Magic

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This is a weird thing to say, but I never realized how boring my life was until I went to a dueling-piano bar. It’s not like I had a life-changing experience from hearing bawdily rewritten versions of pop standards. I just co...


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Slay Bells

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I have the hardest time shopping for my dad. Every year, when I visit my parents in California for the holidays, he’s always the last person I buy for. Though I carry his phenotypes in my face, waist, and hairline, non-geneti...



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’Tis the Season for Stouts

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The deeper I get into beer –– and, admittedly, while I’m out of the kiddie pool, I’m really just splashing around the shallow end for the most part –– the more I appreciate and anticipate seasonal brews, in particul...


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Trapped

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I’d hate to add yet another complaint about last weekend’s freezing, unbelievably seasonal storm to the pile of weather-centric jeremiads blanketing people’s social media feeds, but, seriously, ice sucks. You’d think I...



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1-800-BARTEND

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The next time you’re chatting up your regular bartender, you should ask if he or she went to school. Not college, mind you. I’m mean bartending school, as in the place that teaches you to make the kind of drinks nobody woul...


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Pura Vida

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Forget about the drinking. I can say, without a doubt, that the worst thing I did to my body this weekend was to eat breakfast. This is not at all a knock on Vickery Café, because the chicken-fried steak with hash browns that ...



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An Odyssey to Twin Peaks

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Back in July, I crushed the dreams of some poor TCU sorority gal trying to sell ad space in some Greek-centric student paper to the bar where I work. The issue of The Odyssey (because being in a Greek social organization is app...


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Good Day, Sunshine

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Every time I go to the Sunshine Bar, I wonder if the melted-butter yellow on the walls was at one time white paint, long-since colored by the haze of years and years of cigarettes chain-smoked over cheap draft beers. In other w...