Clubs

No Shame at the Sham

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I’ll be the first to admit that amorous couples who start getting busy in the middle of a crowded bar are annoying and ignorant. And, yes, I’m a hypocrite. I mean, who hasn’t had 19 shots of Jager and been gui...


Wasted Away Again

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By the time we reached the lake, the rain had begun to fall. My wife and I have been living in Fort Worth for three years, and we’ve been to the lake only once.



Wasted Away Again …

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By the time we reached the lake, the rain had begun to fall. My wife and I have been living in Fort Worth for three years, and we’ve been to the lake only once.


Houston Street on the Rise?

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There’s just something about a rooftop patio bar that says “Life is good,” right? I mean, other than hanging out on the beach, what beats looking swell and sippin’ swill in the fresh, open evening air &#...



Don’t be Trippin’

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Remember when you were a kid, and you’d be sittin’ there in your living room on some random, lazy, summer Saturday afternoon, watching WWF wrestling or Gunsmoke reruns with your old man, and you’d hear the rin...


Free(-wheeling) Enterprise?

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Fort Worthian Dean Wilkin, according to a Star-Telegram story last week, is trying to open a strip club in Arlington. As you can imagine, he’s having a helluva time.



The Esoterica Empire

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Alcohol and sharp objects just don’t seem to go together. But if the good folks at Esoterica Salon say that booze and blades can coexist peacefully, then who are we to suggest otherwise?


High Speed on Ice

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For a native Yankee and hockey fan like me, there’s no more heartwarming feeling than walking into a Texas sports bar during the playoffs and seeing customers in sweaters.



Blues, on Main or in the House

Hearsay
This much about the Main Street Blues Room is true. It is located on Main Street, in historic Grapevine. It regularly hosts performances by blues artists. And it is a room. But the name is an understatement.


Tea Time

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Sometimes a little voice, one usually buried in one of the deeper chasms of my subconscious, emerges and takes over my brain – completely.