Posts Tagged ‘baby’
The Five Most Romantic Restaurants in Fort Worth
Chow, BabyTomorrow is St. Valentine’s Day, when couples celebrate their love for one another by filling the coffers of Hallmark; and single people sit alone in their one-room apartments with the blinds closed, clutching a bottle of bou...
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 ...
Haute Cuisine Worthy of Haute Prices
Chow, BabyChow, Baby wasn’t born with a silver spoon in its mouth, which is just so wrong. Many were the nights that young Chow, Baby cried itself to sleep because Chow, Mère refused to put a white tablecloth on the high-chair tray (m...
Stop the Shutdowns
Chow, BabyIt seems like, lately, this space has been turning into a restaurant obituary column. Over the past year, Fort Worth has lost some of its most cherished, long-standing eateries, including Sardines Ristorante Italiano, Bistro Lo...
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...
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...
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...
Sweet Salvation
Chow, BabyWhen the original Chow, Baby (a.k.a. Christy Goldfinch) recommended a restaurant for me to review, I jumped on the idea and also invited her to come along. (At first I wasn’t sure if we were allowed in the same room tog...