Chow, Baby

Hey, Sailor, Want to Share Some Cow Brains?

Chow, Baby
I am a taco slut, always have been. I’m not talking about the kind of tacos you get at gringo-friendly margarita-sopapilla-raise-the-flag Tex-Mex places (though I adore them too). I mean the real deal: tacos filled with assor...


Good Grub in God’s Waiting Room

Chow, Baby
I spent some time with my two little nieces recently, and while I love them, I got irritated at their picky dining demands. It’s McDonalds or nothing for them.



Bacon Burgers

Chow, Baby
Li’l Chow, Baby was inspired by the movie Footloose. Kevin Bacon’s character moves to a small town that doesn’t allow dancing, but that isn’t going to stop him from organizing a prom. Armed only with his love for dance,...


Holding Out Hope on Hulen

Chow, Baby
It wasn’t so long ago that the area between the Vickery Boulevard bridge and Bellaire Drive, which folks once thought of as Cullen Davis’ backyard, had evolved into a thriving little hot spot. The heat has cooled, however, ...



Tale of Two Sushis

Chow, Baby
I read somewhere that household pets live longer if you get two of them. I hope the rule applies to sushi restaurants, because Magnolia Avenue just got two pretty good ones. Though Temaki Sushi and Shinjuku Station are both Jap...


Cuisine de Trough

Chow, Baby
If a Fort Worth native had slipped into a coma a few years ago and just awakened, he or she might be forgiven for thinking the West 7th Street development was a leftover hallucination. And what had all that glitzy development d...



A Disturbance in the (Foodie) Force?

Chow, Baby
Call me naïve, but I expected a little more ceremony when I took on the Chow, Baby challenge — maybe a walk under an arch of Wusthof knives held by chefs? A scepter? At least a cardboard crown. Instead I got Chinese food, wh...


In Plain Sight

Chow, Baby
Chow, Baby’s boss here –– you know, the one who took her to lunch occasionally. (I can say “her” now that the identity of the longtime writer of this column has been revealed.) As you probably read in this space last ...



So Long, and Thanks for All the Chicken-Fried

CHOW, BABY AND CHRISTY GOLDFINCH
Everybody breathe a sigh of relief: This is my very last Chow, Baby column ever.


Gris-Gris a Go-Go

Chow, Baby
This is why Chow, Baby shops local: First, Joe at Woody’s Car Audio found the perfect stereo to fit the Chowbabymobile’s retro-mod looks as well as his near-zero console space. Then, after Chow, Baby’s heartwrenching cry ...