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....


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...


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...


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...


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 ...


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...


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...


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...



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 ...


Moving Up to Varsity

Steve Steward
I have one question for the Varsity Tavern: Is your mascot a bear? I think it’s his gray fur that’s throwing me off, because when I picture the mural of him on the wall near the hostess station, my brain replaces him with e...