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Summer Fun List

Fort Worth Weekly
The summer solstice is officially three weeks away, but it’s pretty hot outside, so basically the season has arrived. And with the tropical heat this year will come a lot of fun stuff to do outdoors. And a lot of opportunitie...


Traveling to The Moon Tower

Steve Steward
The other night, I went to this old bar on the West Side that’s been recently revived as The Moon Tower. Prior to the change of ownership and its new name, the bar was called the Silver Dollar Saloon. Yes, that Silver Dollar ...


Go Home, Frat Bros

Steve Steward
I don’t particularly enjoy writing columns in which I rant about how people behave at a bar. It’s probably unprofessional in at least two different arenas, and it makes me replay every recent experience I’ve had as a bart...


Mavericks: Pink Orvis Shirts or Not?

Steve Steward
I’ll be honest. It’s probably not fair to assess the crowd at a college bar when there aren’t any students around to influence your appraisal. But looking around at the fraternity banners hanging from the wall of Maverick...


G Williker’s Will Survive

Steve Steward
Last October, during an idle drive down Division Street, I happened upon a place called Sidetracked Pub and Grub near the slowly dying Six Flags Mall. I might have ignored it if not for the fact that the Sidetracked appeared to...


Cowtown Cycle Party: No Guts, No Gory

Steve Steward
I think that at some point in most people’s drinking careers, they look up from their phones for a second at the bar they’ve been drinking at forever and realize they need a change of scenery. I don’t think that familiari...


Go, Vaqueros!

Steve Steward
I’m taking a break from my ongoing survey of Everman dives to shill (completely unsolicited) for the sports equivalent of a promising local band: This summer, you should get behind the Fort Worth Vaqueros soccer club. Sorry. ...


Gold Putter Lounge: Long Game

Steve Steward
Last week, I began what is apparently turning into a multi-part series about drinking establishments in Everman. Why Everman, you ask? It’s just sort of turned out that way. Over the past year, as my going-out nights have bee...

The Happy Armadillo

Happy Armadillo: Parents, Welcome

Steve Steward
In the way that obsessive fans (or academics, as the case may be) compartmentalize heavy metal bands into a confusing web of sub-genres (blackened thrash, funeral doom, death ’n’ roll, um, pornogrind), I think dive bars des...


Lou’s Bar: What a Fool Believes

Steve Steward
Seeing that it’s April 1, I started to write this week’s piece as an April Fool’s column. My lede was going to be an announcement that after years of pouring drinks and nitpicking the city’s watering holes, I was finall...