Clubs

Redneck Heaven, Garlic Bread Hell

Last Call
Every time I’m on 820 as it loops north of Haltom City, I see the sign. It says Redneck Heaven, and it applies to a gigantic bar and grill with motorcycles parked in front of it. And every time, I think, Oh, geez.


Zio Carlo Brew Pub:

Old World Charm
Last Call
Walking down Magnolia to the convenience store on College Avenue the other day, I had the idea that I would grab a beer on my way to buying a Red Bull. I was procrastinating, avoiding writing at home, you see, and I figured tha...



From Here

Last Call
Toward the end of Saturday, Holy Moly frontman Joe Rose looked out from the stage into the crowd at The Aardvark, pointed a tattooed finger in the air, and yelled, “We’re Holy Moly, and we’re from this motherfuckin’ tow...


Bull, Bush, Bluesface

Last Call
I’m a fan of entertainment districts, especially on weekends. When it comes to weekday drinking, however, nothing beats a neighborhood pub.



Randi’s 2 to 2: A Redux

Last Call
So back in June, I happened upon a bar on Hwy. 377 called Last Call, adjoining a defunct bar called J-Z’s R&B.


Division Intervention

Last Call
You might say I’ve been feeling the funk a little, and not the kind that comes out of Parliament’s Mothership. More specifically, it’s a summertime blues spawned from a host of disappointments led by the dreadful weather....



High-way to Hell

Last Call
On Saturday night, it finally happened. For the first time in recorded history, I wasn’t the highest person at a Whataburger. That title belonged to the guy at the Hemphill Street location who was so baked he could have doubl...


Gobble Gobble at Finn’s

Last Call
Like Iron Maiden and Mila Kunis, there are lots of good things to say about sandwiches, but they’re not always the best fit for every situation. Maiden tends to bomb at parties with chicks, Kunis was miscast in Book of Eli, a...



The Door Guys of Perception

Last Call
This cheapskate waiter-hating person I know gave me crap for using this space as a soapbox for the service industry, a crime to which I proudly plead guilty. But I also use it to stump for the rights of professional drunks, pot...


Cowtown Bar & Grill: Bust a Move

Last Call
If there’s one thing that aptly captures the fenced-in ennui of a Monday, it’s getting stuck at a left-turn light that never turns green. I made this connection when the light at the Camp Bowie/377 traffic circle cycled thr...