Tool Time

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Whether talking about a house, a person, or a night club, the best part – nay, the entire point – of a makeover is the change in appearance. Yeah, yeah, yeah, if some schlub worked over by the Fab Five is suddenly i...

Support Our Troops

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There’s just something about the ‘burbs that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Sports Bar City

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When the Cowboys aren’t playing on Sunday afternoon, the sports bars in Arlington are as empty as my wallet, which is awesome when your team isn’t the Cowboys and your team is playing.

Non-Smoking Nonsense

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Fort Worth is getting closer to instituting a ban on smoking in bars, the last places on Earth where future lung cancer casualties can partake of their addiction and not feel like criminals. Even the Dallas ban doesn’t af...

Heart of Town

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Just when you thought downtown had lost some of its luster, along come a handful of new 76102 joints to object soundly.

Shallow People

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Let’s talk a little about pretentiousness. At some joints, you expect it. Like at Reata Rooftop, Michael’s Ancho Chile Bar, and other hoity-toity hang-outs. Too many of their staffers and regulars (not all of them!)...

He is Here?!

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Every Sunday afternoon for the past few months, folks have been gathering at a local watering hole to have some brew and … praise sweet baby Jesus?

Nothing to See, Officer, Move Along

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‘Round midnight last Saturday, after hitting the usual downtown stops and doing some gaming – craps, poker, dreidel (a.k.a. kosher craps), gin-rummy – I peeked into my wallet and discovered (“Holy shit!&...

Hottest Club North of Havana

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Clubs ’round here typically don’t open with much fanfare. Restaurants, sometimes. Hang-outs, uh-uh.

The Number of the Bistro

Dallas has a city magazine, and it’s called, well, D Magazine. I’ve never studied it, but I’ve looked it over while waiting in line at Tom Thumb and, boy, what great society photos! The space between the cover...