Chow, Baby

Drool Patrol

Chow, Baby
Like Dr Pepper as a cooking ingredient, frito pie is one of those Texas things (yeah, Oklahoma too, but who cares) that outsiders find kitschy-charming, at best – but if you mention it to Texas natives, particularly those...


Mainly, Yes, But…

Chow, Baby
Yowza, the testosterone. Bob’s Steak & Chop House (1255 S. Main St., Grapevine) sports ultra-dark wood paneling, dim lighting, sweaty athletes on the bar tvs, pictures of horsies over the leather booths – the o...



Manly, Yes, But …

Chow, Baby
Yowza, the testosterone. Bob’s Steak & Chop House (1255 S. Main St., Grapevine) sports ultra-dark wood paneling, dim lighting, sweaty athletes on the bar tvs, pictures of horsies over the leather booths — the only ...


Superior Homecooking

Chow, Baby
As much as Chow, Baby loves a good taqueria taco, it had never thought to try making them at home – until a recent party at a neighbor’s, where Chow, Baby chanced to chat with the owner of the two La Superior mini-s...



Yee-Hmmm

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Amazing how little it takes to turn a room from upscale Mex to down-home Tex. A few five-pointed metal stars and pastel-tinted photos of flower-filled wheelbarrows, some yee-haw music on the stereo, and bam, the former house of...


Magnolia? Never Heard of It

Chow, Baby
Chow, Baby is getting its hopes up for Magnolia Avenue again. Yes, yes, it’s already “one of Fort Worth’s most vibrant restaurant rows,” as the Dallas Business Journal likes to say in a presumably non-co...



The Price is Wrong

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You could have knocked Chow, Baby over with a bay leaf when its server at Biriyani House (1309 S. Cooper St., Arlington) mentioned that this little Indian hole-in-the-wall near UTA opened more than two years ago.


Pluck and Wing

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Guess everybody’s heard about how the Sexy Chicken mascot, obviously not as practiced as Chow, Baby at lamming it in fuzzy pink high heels, got busted last month for standing on the side of the road wearing neon green lin...



New Term: Beerelier

Chow, Baby
When Chow, Baby’s appetite returned after nearly two weeks of the taste-buds-disabling cold from hell, it returned with a vengeance.


What a Difference Bouquet Makes

Chow, Baby
Yeah, it’s “just” a cold, but Chow, Baby sure feels like crap. The ears are stopped up, the nose is stopped up, and the tongue interprets everything it contacts as salt water of varying viscosity.