Clubs

A Sylvan Retreat

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“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” said Robert, one of a handful of customers at the Knotty Pine last Monday and a regular. He was there having beers with his mother. “Tony Dungy retired?!”


All Bent

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Fort Worth’s riff-raff was dealt a huge blow a couple of years ago when a handful of swanky clubs opened up downtown. Here we were, expecting another Chat Room or Caves Lounge or Wreck Room, and instead we got Aqua Lounge...



Flynn’s: Hip to Be Square?

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There is something almost shameful about a guy like me (drunken hipster) discovering that there are some pretty character-rich watering holes outside of the nurturing bosom of West 7th Street, West Berry Street, and downtown. M...


Hit Brix

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Almost four years ago, restaurateur-chef-epicurean Daniele Puleo opened a ritzy Sicilian restaurant called Daniele Osteria in Dallas, and critics and diners have barely stopped genuflecting since.



Dallas Coup?

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I’ve been to Big D only a couple of times, but I’ve seen enough social-set pics of nightlife there (thanks, D Magazine) and have heard enough stories to stick to my vision of our neighbors to the east: thin, stylish...


Underground Resurgence?

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Here’s the thing: I love bars. I love playing in them, and, believe or not, I love working in them. Even when sorority girls back up the toilets. Even when frat-holes puke everywhere. But there is nothing like a BYOB show...



Free Beer, Wine and Cheese cubes

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A lot of people don’t get art or think there’s a certain honor in bragging about how much they don’t get it. Maybe in the early 1960s, enthusiastic ignorance was cool – it meant you weren’t an elit...


Easy Like Sunday Morning?

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Over the past couple of years, the changing West 7th Street area has brought us many wonderful, many-splendored things, such as a Super Target, a Subway, a PetSmart, a Mattress Giant, and nine million apartments.



Closing Shop, Opening Wallets

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After a much-ballyhooed grand reopening late last year, one of the Fort’s divey gay institutions, the 651, closed its doors early this month. Manager Terry Phillips said that the old patrons who’d become new patrons...


Fuming at BoomerJack’s

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The gall of some people never fails to amaze and sadden me. When you’re running through an airport or in the middle of a fistfight or something, then, sure, I can see why you’re not exactly bouncing around, shaking ...