Chow, Baby
Proof of (Culinary) Life
Chow, BabyNot that long ago, Chow, Baby was a road warrior, constantly jumping in its topless Jeep to see where the road would take me. Age and neurosis have taken their toll, and I’m less inclined to throw caution to the wind these da...
Jekyll and Fried
Chow, BabyJekyll and Hyde have nothing on me in the morning. Before my customary nosh and multiple cups of coffee, I have all the charm of Hyde — or of Hannibal Lecter high on bath salts. Still in partial Hyde mode a few mornings ago, ...
Shooting Themselves in the Foot
Chow, BabyIt’s a funny age we live in, when anyone with an internet connection and the price of a meal can play restaurant critic. In my former life as a restaurant manager, cook, server, and bartender, I resented that Joe Diner could ...
He’s Left Love All Over Us
Chow, BabyIt’s springtime, and Love is in the air. I mean, everywhere, like pollen. I’m not talking about the warm, fuzzy feeling you get when the person of your dreams lifts the restraining order. No, I’m talking about Fort Worth ...
At Least We Didn’t Inhale
Chow, BabyChow, Baby recently ended a burger binge on the cool new double-decker patio at Dutch’s Legendary Hamburgers (3009 South University Dr.). William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson at their worst could not have rivaled my di...
Eastward, Ho!
Chow, BabyIs it possible for a restaurant in a big green building in a neighborhood with very few non-fast-food options to be labeled a hidden gem? Maybe, but La Rueda (2317 Oakland Blvd.) in East Fort Worth south of Meadowbrook Drive, w...
Dueling ’Cue: Ribs at 30 Paces
Chow, BabyI ran across something of a barbecue conundrum while driving around the Mid-Cities the other day. There are two barbecue “barns” right down the street from each other. I thought it was a glitch in the Matrix, or maybe the N...
Left Out in the Cold
Fort Worth WeeklyI ate the soup. All of it. Sorry, fellow Weekleteers, if you want to taste one of Walter Kaufmann’s creations, you’re just going to have to donate to charity. The soup in question was cold cucumber, one of my favorites and ...
Live at the Grocery
Chow, BabyI remember the first time I walked through the hedge maze that is Central Market (4651 W. Fwy.). It was also the first time I understood how sorely lacking my pantry was in fill-in-the-blank-infused olive oil and organic tortil...
Anything for a Quiet Life
Chow, BabyChow, Baby isn’t the life of the party anymore, unless your idea of a party is a 12-hour “Top Chef” marathon with microwave popcorn. Since I’m not really in training, overindulging can hit me like a ton of bricks. The m...