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Take My Dad. Please.

CHOW, BABY
Consider this a public service announcement for all the waitstaffers in the 817: Beware of dads bearing bad, lame, tired old jokes. Or maybe it’s just my dad. You’ll be able to tell it’s him because I’ll be sitting at t...


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Get Stuffed at Buffalo West

CHOW, BABY
Is anyone else obsessed with those restaurant fix-it shows, like Restaurant Impossible and Kitchen Nightmares? I can’t get enough of British chefs yelling at hapless American restaurateurs, reducing them to blubbering childre...



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Forking It Old School

CHOW, BABY
Chow, Baby isn’t a slave to the old school, but I do think it’s important to pay homage to the restaurants that have been around for a while. I’m not “get off my lawn” grumpy about the latest trends, hottest restauran...


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Bold Blossoms on the Ave

CHOW, BABY
Chow, Baby recently played the lottery for the first time. I didn’t win, so I’ll have to delay the opening of my karate-themed soul food restaurant, The Kickin’ Chicken, which I planned for Magnolia Avenue. The Near South...



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Tortillas Flat

Fort Worth Weekly
I started my Flat Tire Columns last year when my Korean hot-rod broke down in Arlington (On Foot for Food, Dec. 13, 2011), and I was forced to go find a decent lunch on foot. Poor me, right? Wrong. Since then, I’ve come to en...


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Curried Favor

CHOW, BABY
By the time you read this, I’ll be across the pond in jolly ol’ London, stuffing my face with shepherd’s pie and washing it down with a right good cuppa. The English get a bad rap for food — some of their traditional di...



Pan seared trout with avocado-poblano salsa from Hacienda San Miguel. Photo courtesy Facebook

But Do They Serve Cookies?

Fort Worth Weekly
Chow, Baby has had way too much family time lately. Yes, I’m lucky to still have grandparents, but listening to them bemoan the ruinous state of the world is getting, um, old. Yes, Nana, I will double-check that my doors and ...


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So Glad You Could Come

CHOW, BABY
Chow, Baby wants to par-tay. To dinner par-tay, to be exact, like in the movies, where beautiful people drink champagne and snag exotic cheese bites and hors d’oeuvres from trays held by passing waiters. However, since I live...



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Make Food Not War

CHOW, BABY
I’ve never been much of a hippie — I just don’t care for drum circles or the band Phish. But socially conscious eating I’m for. Maybe dining on locally sourced organic ingredients allows my natural smugness to flourish....


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Royal Pains

CHOW, BABY
Don’t get me wrong; I love my nieces. I just fear for them a little. One is seven and the other is four (I think), and they’ve never been exposed to real food, thanks to Chow, Sister’s penchant for doing the grocery shopp...