Chow, Baby
Training Table
CHOW, BABYI love the part in the first Rocky movie, when the title character makes it to the top step of the Philadelphia Art Museum (now know as The Rocky Steps). Sylvester Stallone’s character raises his arms in triumph. Maybe thatâ€...
Boba Me, Baby
CHOW, BABYI had never understood the appeal of boba tea. Now that I’ve actually tried it I’m in boba lust. (Although I still don’t get the giant globs of tapioca.) My boba quest began by complete accident. In my never-ending search...
And Dance by the Light of the Moon
CHOW, BABYAs a teenager, Chow, Baby dreamed of being a rock star. Despite having no musical talent, a singing voice that might attract stray cats, and no discipline for learning to play an instrument, I still spent many a night in front ...
Eating for You
CHOW, BABYChow, Baby is the people’s food critic. Just think of me as your light in dim places, (or sometimes a canary for your culinary coal mine). This week I thought I’d dip into the ol’ mailbag and go where ye send me. As it tu...
Hot Fried Foodies
CHOW, BABYLast week I braved the July sun and checked out the Go Texan food truck competition at the Cowtown Chow Down food truck park (1100 N. Main St.). The event was sponsored by the Texas Department of Agriculture to celebrate “Din...
Words to Live By
Fort Worth WeeklyWriting about restaurants that set up shop at cursed addresses — sinkholes where cafés before them have gone to die — is always bittersweet: Who knows how much longer those dishes and servers will be around? I’ve reviewe...
The Price of Friendship
Fort Worth WeeklyAm I wrong in thinking it’s a little inconsiderate to invite people you barely know to a birthday party at a fancy-in-the-pantsy, high-priced steakhouse? It would be one thing if the hosts were footing the bill, but they were...
Savoir-Fare
CHOW, BABYI’ve often fantasized about what it would be like to live in a little European city. I’d wake up from my mid-day nap, hide my bed-head with my beret, pick out my least-wrinkled black-and-white striped shirt, and hit the sho...
Vickery: (B)Eat the Traffic
CHOW, BABYThey should take Molly the Longhorn off Fort Worth’s logo and replace her with an orange traffic cone. The city’s lousy with them these days. I used to be able to fly around all of the Hulen Street traffic by detouring down...
Cruising the ’Yards
CHOW, BABYI may be blackballed from the Tex-Mex food critics association for the following confession: I don’t eat Tex-Mex on the North Side very often. Why? Because most of the places I’ve tried just haven’t been that great — a ...