Chow, Baby
Love on a Plank
CHOW, BABYThere are only three things in life that Chow, Baby can count on: death, taxes, and my inability to find a good cheese plate in this town. I love cheese in ways my therapist disapproves of. But it seems like every time I order ...
Sometimes, a Roll Is Just a Roll
CHOW, BABYThe phrase “food porn” is too often abused these days by anyone who has ever seen an episode of Top Chef. I can’t tell you how many photos I’ve seen of someone’s dinner on social media outlets, with the tag “food po...
More Fun than the Law Allows
CHOW, BABYI can’t seem to get through the little town of Pantego without having to produce my driver’s license and proof of registration. I get the feeling there are more squad cars than citizens in that burg. The last time, I got ...
They Also Serve Who Say They’re Sorry
CHOW, BABYEither service is getting to be a lost art, or I’m way too picky. Having spent the better part of a decade in the restaurant business, I think I’m more than sympathetic to the plight of servers, cooks, bartenders, etc., so ...
Ditch the Hype and Eat at Torchy’s
CHOW, BABYWhat is it about a super restaurant chain opening up that makes people in Fort Worth go nuts? It’s like Beatlemania every time a new one comes to town. Who could forget the cops directing traffic when In N Out opened? Or the ...
Extra Mustard and Hold the Mayans
CHOW, BABYIf you believe all the Mayan calendar hype, then you may suspect that we don’t have much more time on this planet. I don’t understand why people are putting so much stock into the Mayan’s prophecy — they have a terrible...
Pork Ribs Smoking o’er an Enclosed Fire
CHOW, BABYChow, Baby recently broke a proud tradition of avoiding malls during the holidays. Until last week, it had been five years since I’d set foot in one. And after 30 seconds in Ridgmar Mall, I remembered why. In those moments, I...
I’m Having a Smashback
CHOW, BABYAs I stood at the local fast-food counter, my mind wandered back to Dublin, Ireland, and … a Burger King. Yes, after traveling thousands of miles overseas to one of the most beautiful and historic cities in the world, my frie...
No Use Crying over Old Grits
CHOW, BABYWhy I volunteered to cook this Thanksgiving is beyond me. Maybe it was the tacos. Last month, a friend from Boston was in town, and he swears he can’t get a decent taco up there (duh), so we gorged on tacos de pastor ($1.25 e...
Take My Dad. Please.
CHOW, BABYConsider 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...