Chow, Baby
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...


Chow

Left Out in the Cold

Fort Worth Weekly
I ate the soup. All of it. Sorry, fellow Weekleteers, if you want to taste one of Walter Kaufmann’s creations, you’re just going to have to donate to charity. The soup in question was cold cucumber, one of my favorites and ...



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Live at the Grocery

Chow, Baby
I remember the first time I walked through the hedge maze that is Central Market (4651 W. Fwy.). It was also the first time I understood how sorely lacking my pantry was in fill-in-the-blank-infused olive oil and organic tortil...


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Anything for a Quiet Life

Chow, Baby
Chow, Baby isn’t the life of the party anymore, unless your idea of a party is a 12-hour “Top Chef” marathon with microwave popcorn. Since I’m not really in training, overindulging can hit me like a ton of bricks. The m...



mexican tacos

Eastward, Yo!

Fort Worth Weekly
My car knows where to find hole-in-the-wall Mexican food. It’s like one of those pigs that can find truffles, or a salsa divining rod. This time, though, it pointed its hood ornament not to North Main or South Hemphill street...


Chow

Mall-Dining Tip: Leave

Chow, Baby
Recently, I’ve been scouring area malls for a wedding gift that fits both the bride and groom’s expensive tastes and Chow, Baby’s budget — a tough mission. Since they were so inconsiderate as to not register at Target, ...



Food Park

Park and Eat

Chow, Baby
I’m starting to think food trucks are like spiders –– you’re never more than a few feet away from one. We’re past the point of calling it craze or a trend. This is officially the food truck era. On a recent evening, e...


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A Flat Tire, A Loaf of Bread, and Wow

Chow, Baby
As my high-dollar hot rod (read: Hyundai Sonata) falls to pieces — due in large part to my neglect — I’m finding myself calling AAA all too often these days. Fortunately, thus far my strandings have led to little foodie a...