Chow, Baby
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Savoir-Fare

CHOW, BABY
I’ve often fantasized about what it would be like to live in a little European city. I’d wake up from my mid-day nap, hide my bed-head with my beret, pick out my least-wrinkled black-and-white striped shirt, and hit the sho...


Chow

Vickery: (B)Eat the Traffic

CHOW, BABY
They should take Molly the Longhorn off Fort Worth’s logo and replace her with an orange traffic cone. The city’s lousy with them these days. I used to be able to fly around all of the Hulen Street traffic by detouring down...



CHOW

Cruising the ’Yards

CHOW, BABY
I may be blackballed from the Tex-Mex food critics association for the following confession: I don’t eat Tex-Mex on the North Side very often. Why? Because most of the places I’ve tried just haven’t been that great — a ...


Chow

Proof of (Culinary) Life

Chow, Baby
Not that long ago, Chow, Baby was a road warrior, constantly jumping in its topless Jeep to see where the road would take me. Age and neurosis have taken their toll, and I’m less inclined to throw caution to the wind these da...



Pauls

Jekyll and Fried

Chow, Baby
Jekyll and Hyde have nothing on me in the morning. Before my customary nosh and multiple cups of coffee, I have all the charm of Hyde — or of Hannibal Lecter high on bath salts. Still in partial Hyde mode a few mornings ago, ...


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Shooting Themselves in the Foot

Chow, Baby
It’s a funny age we live in, when anyone with an internet connection and the price of a meal can play restaurant critic. In my former life as a restaurant manager, cook, server, and bartender, I resented that Joe Diner could ...



It’s Tim Love’s world; we just live here.

He’s Left Love All Over Us

Chow, Baby
It’s springtime, and Love is in the air. I mean, everywhere, like pollen. I’m not talking about the warm, fuzzy feeling you get when the person of your dreams lifts the restraining order. No, I’m talking about Fort Worth ...


Chow

At Least We Didn’t Inhale

Chow, Baby
Chow, Baby recently ended a burger binge on the cool new double-decker patio at Dutch’s Legendary Hamburgers (3009 South University Dr.). William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson at their worst could not have rivaled my di...



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Eastward, Ho!

Chow, Baby
Is it possible for a restaurant in a big green building in a neighborhood with very few non-fast-food options to be labeled a hidden gem? Maybe, but La Rueda (2317 Oakland Blvd.) in East Fort Worth south of Meadowbrook Drive, w...


BBQ

Dueling ’Cue: Ribs at 30 Paces

Chow, Baby
I ran across something of a barbecue conundrum while driving around the Mid-Cities the other day. There are two barbecue “barns” right down the street from each other. I thought it was a glitch in the Matrix, or maybe the N...