Chow, Baby

Swallowing Sounds

Chow, Baby
If I were ever being tortured for information, all my captors would have to do is use loud music or bizarre noises, and I would sing like a little birdie. There’s not a secret in the world I wouldn’t have given up on my rec...

Photo by Nancy Farrar

ComFort Worth Is a Fixture

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There are a ton of holes in our city’s burgeoning culinary landscape. We could really use some good dim sum places. I’d love to see a rise in the number of Indian joints, more restaurants that deliver without using a third-...


Heim Barbecue: You on the List?

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I felt like a twentysomething hipster about to be allowed into an exclusive nightclub for the first time. Don’t get me wrong. I felt bad for the people who were turned away from Heim Barbecue (201 E. Hattie St., 817-876-2741)...


Galligaskins Goes Down

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The person in line ahead of me at Galligaskins Submarines (5817 Camp Bowie Blvd., 817-377-0196) had a lot of questions. “Um, can I get the mushrooms from the steak sub on the marinated chicken breast sub?” The polite woman ...


War and Cheesecake

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I was sitting in the dining room of The Cheesecake Factory (455 Commerce St., 817-348-0810) along with 200,000 other diners when I became paralyzed by its vastness. The place itself could house an aircraft carrier, and its 21-p...


Camp Bowie Rises, Shines

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The competition for breakfast dollars just ratcheted up at the Village at Camp Bowie (6115 Camp Bowie Blvd.). The venerable Lunch Box (Ste. 236, 817-738-2181) recently started a small but solid and affordable breakfast service,...


Taste of Europe — and Russia

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Since taking over this column (it will be four years next week), I’ve touted Arlington as the best bang-for-buck food town in Tarrant County. Sure, it’s growing at the pace of the Game of Thrones opening sequence, and price...


Eat, Pray, Eat Some More

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The Foodie Gods wanted me to have burgers. I don’t question the wisdom of the deities, nor do I understand their mysterious ways. But when the gods speak to me directly, which they do about six times a day, I listen and follo...

Campestre Chula Vista

Campestre: Just like Grandma’s Mex-Mex

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What’s going on with all of my favorite Mexican joints playing musical chairs? Salsa Fuego (3500 Alta Mere Dr.) recently moved into a new space. The Star-Telegram reported that the owners of Paco & John’s (1116 8th Ave....


Lukewarm Damn Tamales

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I couldn’t believe she was blaming us for the crappy service. “The problem is,” explained the owner of Hot Damn, Tamales! to my table of eight on Mother’s Day, “you ordered off of the menu, and we thought you were goi...