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The Stockyards as We Know it

Steve Steward
I wanted to do this think-piece on going out in the Stockyards on the metaphorical eve of its transition into whatever it’s going to transition to. But unfortunately, after a stop at the Whiskey Girl Saloon, I didn’t have i...


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Seeing Stars at Big Apple Café

Steve Steward
You know what would be funny? If bars that looked like they were stuck in a certain era made your appearance change accordingly. I had that thought while stepping through the Big Apple Café’s foyer/trophy zone the other day....



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Rack ’em Up, Daddy

Steve Steward
I tend to trot out some recurring themes on an annual basis. I’m not proud of this, but at least I didn’t do another “I Hate Valentine’s Day and Here’s Where to Go if You Actively Hate it, Too” column this year. I w...


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Finding Common Ground

Steve Steward
Chef David Hollister had a busy 2015. Along with opening Fort Worth’s two Dagwoods craft beer-and-giant-sandwich emporiums, one near Ridgmar Mall, the other in the West 7th corridor, he quietly helped launch a new TCU-area ga...



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The Moscato Nightmare

Steve Steward
I can’t remember the last time I went to an Olive Garden, only that it was sometime in my mid 20s (circa the early aughts) and that I had gotten kind of drunk at home and that my girlfriend at the time really wanted to go, pr...


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Drinking the ’Burbs

Steve Steward
The Suburbs is the only Arcade Fire album I’ve ever wanted to like, because I am fascinated by the way suburbs help shape people as they grow up and grow old. When you’re a kid, you think they’re boring. But later, after ...



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Impressive Press Café

Steve Steward
When I drive through the Clearfork area between Bryant Irvin and Hulen, I get the suspicion that some real estate developers’ dreams from 30 or 40 years ago have finally come to fruition, as if the buildings, streets, and lan...


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True Lettermen

Steve Steward
It’s not that I think I’m Vlade Divac or some other famous person, but occasionally I like to drink in neighborhoods where nobody recognizes me, to be just one more face in a blur of the hundreds passing in and out of a bus...



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Passing the Bar

Steve Steward
The other morning, I had this really balmy dream in which, after having made my way through some kind of maze (there were traps and some angry dogs), I emerged into the top floor of a downtown high rise. Every door on this part...


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GloryHole

Steve Steward
I’ll be honest. David Bowie’s death made it tough to write this column. I initially turned it into a long-winded tribute to the musician with a tangential connection to a bar that no longer exists, framed by a relationship ...