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...


Lost Weekends Await

Steve Steward
Look, I’m just gonna say it right now: It’s tough to beat a bar with a secret door. Classic cocktails made with house-made ingredients are great ’n’ all, but, seriously, y’all. Secret door! That’s pretty badass. Tho...

Milo's Bar

Bloinka! It’s Milo’s

Steve Steward
Fun fact: Giant pandas are actually omnivores. In a pinch, they’ll eat birds, rodents, or carrion. The bears also are, um, ardorless. They mate, if at all, only about once a year. Scientists, desperate to perpetuate the speci...

The tap wall apportioned with only Texas-brewed beer.

Your Prince Has Arrived

Steve Steward
Long ago, near the pastoral hamlet of Westworth Village, there once was a bar called Froggy Bottom Beach Club. Nestled in the lee of a weedy levee on the north side of White Settlement Road, Froggy Bottom was the Fort Worth ver...

Stockyards Tavern

Fine Morning I’ll Shoot Ya

Last Call
In the mid-to-late aughts, I worked at a company headquartered in the Stock Exchange Building on East Exchange Avenue. During that time, I probably put on 15 pounds of lunch-break weight from patronizing places like Dos Molinas...