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Hooligans Pub, 310 Abrams St, Ste 150, Arlington, 817-274-1232

Hooligans: Quiet and Neat

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I’m sorry, but I feel like I have to say this every year. I can’t really handle St. Patrick’s Day. I guess if you own a bar, it’s, well, a leeetle post-spring-break boost in revenue, but, geez, the number of total amate...


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SXSWhere House

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Look, I know I should’ve stayed at home and gone to bed instead of going out on Monday — since Thursday, I’d been struggling with unstoppable mucus and a hacking cough. I’d gone to the doctor that afternoon to combat th...



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Boating through Thundersleet

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If you’ve even glanced at a national news website or flipped on the TV news at some point over the past few days, you’ve probably heard that the weather has been much colder than usual in many parts of the country. In some ...


Sarah Jaffe, Son of Stan, and Ice Eater will perform Saturday at Shipping & Receiving.

Fairmount Wears’ Pop Shop

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Have you heard someone refer to Cowtown as “Fortlandia”? It’s a joke that seems specific to the Fairmount neighborhood, and it’s not entirely off-base, but who cares. If you think this reference to Portlandia is totally...



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Mad Hatter: Short and Sweet

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Is February the time to open a new bar? Because there are at least three I’ve been to in the last few weeks that aren’t even a month old. I’m not entirely sold on all them. I’m loath to go to the West 7th corridor anywa...


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The Local Arrives

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I’m never likely to turn my hand to raising a barn or building a trebuchet, so for the most part, I don’t care that I can’t tell beech from birch. However, being able to say what kind of wood went into the countertops and...



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Bird Café: Feathery Finish

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Man, there’s one conversation I am dismayed to hear lately, and it’s the one about how the old Flying Saucer on East 4th Street was so much better than the new one on East Third. I think that’s crazy, but everyone is enti...


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Hello, New Pour House

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I remember this one Sunday evening a year or so ago — I’m pretty sure it was in October, but it could’ve been April — when the weather was absolutely perfect. I’d gone to The Gold Standard (R.I.P.) on West 7th Street ...



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One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Station

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Lately, whenever I’ve gone out drinking at places where I don’t know any of the employees (and there are some, not many but some), I wonder if the person popping the top on my beer is a member of Life Behind Bars, a Faceboo...


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So Long, Where House

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I remember one time at The Where House when I watched a dude drop in on a quarter pipe from the catwalk adjoining the walls of the back patio. We all watched him climb up there, line his skateboard up, and step into empty space...