Chow, Baby
Arrivederci, Sardines
Chow, BabyChow, Baby had to see it to believe it. Walking into the building that had housed Sardines Ristorante Italiano (509 University Dr., FW), its heart sank. The walls, once cluttered with dusty bric-a-brac representing decades of m...
Taking Me to Marrakech
Chow, BabyChow, Baby never met a falafel it didn’t love. OK, that’s not entirely true. But it’s an awful falafel that doesn’t meet or exceed my admittedly low expectations. The same is true for gyros, hummus, and most things Midd...
You Can/Can’t Go Home Again
Chow, BabyAs a professional diner-out, I don’t get to go to my old favorite restaurants as often as I’d like — I know, poor me. But when I do get to stop in at one of the standbys these days, I look at the place through different e...
The Taste of Sin Is Sweet
Chow, BabyChow, Baby has noticed a dangerous trend: Bakeries and specialty pastry shops are popping up everywhere. And of course, responsible gourmand (read: glutton) that I am, I had to try some of them out — followed, of course, by n...
Granbury Was Berry, Berry Good to Baby
Chow, BabyChow, Baby was born with an insatiable wanderlust. Cruelly, I wasn’t also born into a wealthy family that could satisfy my fantasies of summering in France. Still, I do my best at exploration — meaning, generally, places wi...
Mostly Spares
Chow, BabyBowling has long been a fascination of Chow, Baby’s — not actually rolling the ball and knocking down pins, but all of the stuff that goes along with it. It’s the only sport I can think of that requires its players to ren...
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Let’s Have a Show of Paws for ArlingtonChow, Baby
When Chow, Ma left the country, she charged me with the task of keeping her Chow, Puppy full of Puppy Chow. I am a dog person, but this is a lot more dog than I’m accustomed to. The 80-pound Doberman doesn’t understand that...
Happy Bubbles to Me
Chow, BabyBirthdays are always a little bittersweet for Chow, Baby. On the one hand, I’m a year older, and another year has passed in which I didn’t realize my dream of becoming a movie star-astronaut-fireman-novelist-scientist-profe...
Happy Bubbles to Me
Chow, BabyBirthdays are always a little bittersweet for Chow, Baby. On the one hand, I’m a year older, and another year has passed in which I didn’t realize my dream of becoming a movie star-astronaut-fireman-novelist-scientist-profe...
First Church of Maple
Chow, BabyWhat did we do on Sundays before brunch? Yes, football and church (for non-heathens), but Chow, Baby (a dyed-in-the-wool heathen) once considered it mostly as a day for getting stuff done: running errands, cleaning house, etc. ...