The Cat’s Ass

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After last week’s harrowing voyage to Sports Mountain, a.k.a., the Fox & Hound at Cityview (“Kissing the Frog,” Oct. 28), I decided I needed a break from giving things I patently dislike the benefit of the...

Kissing the Frog

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Maybe it’s because the current class of 21-and-ups are nice. Maybe it’s because I’m older and wiser. Maybe it’s because you catch more flies with beer than you do with vinegar. Whatever the reason, I don...

Pucker Up Tuckers Out

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A “queer kiss-in“? In the Stockyards? During Texas-OU weekend?! Oh, brother. Can you spell “T-R-O-U-B-L-E”?

Service Counts

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It’s easy to take good service for granted. I’m really impressed by servers who anticipate my needs, instinctively show up when I want something, and are generally unobtrusive. What I don’t like are the over-t...

Trunk Talk

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I have to cop to something: I’m a little out of touch. I learned this at the White Elephant Saloon, of all places. Until last Monday, I had no idea who Ray LaMontagne was.


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Here’s the thing: I applaud anyone who opens a business right now, especially if the business is in booze. Economists look at the construction industry as a means of gauging the health and well-being of the nation’s...

“Piss” Apologia

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Went to a pleasantly small wedding several weeks ago at a bed and breakfast. So small that we five or six drinkers on hand had to bring our own hooch. As we’re all concerned about our waistlines (superficial?), we filled ...

All Roads Lead to West 7th

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Before closing about a year ago, The Pour House was a Sundance Square institution, a 13-year-old sports bar with the spirit of an inviting nightclub and a kitchen that rivaled that of a fine-dining establishment. It was with gl...

‘Rita Madness

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I’ve painted myself into a corner. A salt-rimmed, tequila-fueled, one-more-and-I’ll-be-on-top-of-the-table corner. In a quixotic attempt to find the 817′s best margarita (our Best of Fort Worth issue comes out...

All Jacksboro’d Up

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If variety is the spice of life, then I’m-a one spicy a-meat-a-ball. Lately anyways. And as it only applies to the places where I drink. Don’t get me wrong. The bars on West 7th are great, I dig West Berry, I left m...