Thankfully, the beloved understands that temporary crushes on waitstaff and chefs (hi, Ian! … OK, that one has proved to be not so temporary) are just flotsam of Chow, Baby’s job.
No surprises here, but the newly opened Eagle Grill does Italian fare justice.
You like Italian food, si? Of course, you do — you’re not stugotz or anything. But what kind? I mean, there are all sorts of varieties, from the fancy Milanese stuff that’s heavily dependent on seafood to rustic, Tuscan f...
In the middle of Fast-Food Freeway, a tiny diner offers a taste of Haltom City, er, Vietnam.
Let’s get one thing straight. The best Vietnamese food in town is in Haltom City, our Tarrant County neighbor to the east. It has a stretch often referred to as Little Vietnam. That said, there are joints closer to home that ...
With so many great barbecue places around, why on earth was Chow, Baby chowing down at Railhead Smokehouse (2900 Montgomery St.)?
For 23 years, the South Arlington restaurant Ba-Lehas been a Vietnamese cuisine star.
Danny Dang has worked in the family’s business since he was 11 years old. He’s 30 now, and the hours he spends at his mother and father’s café haven’t shortened — these days, they’re even longer.
Chow, Baby is well aware that it is easily offended, but tries not to let that rule its life.
In a cheeky setting that’s half-Cowboy half-Italian, Giovanni’s, in the Stockyards, serves up hearty, solid traditional Italian fare.
The weekends in the Stockyards after the Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo closes in early February have that lonely the-traveling-carnival-has-come-and-gone feel, with small groups of bored-looking teenagers and even more bored-...
The good thing about last week’s warm-weather spike is that Chow, Baby got back into cruising mode and happened upon a couple of more hidden gems in Arlington strip malls.
With its original location still going strong in the wilds of TCU, Fuzzy’s Tacos expands its empire.
The feel is a combination of border cerveceria and old college hangout — except for the array of flat-screen and wide-screen tv’s and the squeaky-clean wood floors.
Please think of this warning as coming not one week late, but 51 weeks early: Valentine’s Day sucks. And not just the silly concept of singling out one day a year to celebrate having beat the romance odds.