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Memory Lane

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These days, Chow, Baby stops in at Fort Worth Weekly’s palatial near-downtown offices now and then to crab in person about its expense-account limits.


Yes, You Have No Bananas

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Chow, Baby was attempting to satisfy an old craving and instead picked up a new pet peeve.



How ’Bout Dat

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One look at a soursop-an ugly, green, bumpy, pear-shaped alleged fruit, related to the cherimoya (if that helps you place it)-and the only possible reaction is, “What the hell good could come out of this?” A shake, ...


Faith-Based Dining

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Instead of sweet nothings, Chow, Baby and its squeeze were murmuring reassurances into each other’s ears: “This place has been here for 30 years.



Fish by Steak

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Given its penchant for holding unfair grudges, Chow, Baby is a little surprised it doesn’t heartily resent the D.C.-based steakhouse Sam & Harry’s for replacing the great local Chisholm Club at the Worthington ...


Loophole D

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So the other morning Chow, Baby gathered its iced coffee and cinnamon toast and prepared to report on the week’s adventures.



Super Control Freaky

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“Knock knock.” “Who’s there?” “Control freak. Now you say, ‘Control freak who?’ “


Hunger, Satisfied

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As Chow, Baby has been complaining about its lack-of-love life for the last few months, it now feels duty-bound to report that it’s not lonesome tonight. Yes, Sweetie Mach II has entered the building.



Ciao, New Orleans

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There are greater losses in New Orleans, many and much greater losses, but as an ersatz food writer I figure it’s appropriate for me to mourn the destruction of one of the world’s truly great food cities.


Family First

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Editor’s note: As regular readers know, Chow, Baby hails from New Orleans -