Posts Tagged ‘baby’

Baby on Board

Chow, Baby
Fact: Every baby ever born, boy or girl, looks like Winston Churchill … except mine. The Chow, Baby clan recently added a member –– a little baby boy. I haven’t slept in four months, and I feel like I got a hold of some...


Miracle of the Tweens and Fishes

Fort Worth Weekly
Two of my dreaded … that is, my beloved nieces, ages 10 and 12, came over to Casa de Chow, Baby for dinner recently. Their mother, my dear ol’ sis, has the two monsters well on their way to childhood diabetes, thanks to a s...


Which Fort Worth Weekly Food Writer Are You?

Chow, Baby
Lists and quizzes aren’t just the province of Buzzfeed anymore. In my column this week, I linked to a Facebook quiz I created that asks the age old question: Which Fort Worth Weekly Food Writer Are you? Since the link is ...


The Five Most Romantic Restaurants in Fort Worth

Chow, Baby
Tomorrow 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 Weekly
I 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, Baby
Chow, 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, Baby
It 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, Baby
Chow, 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, Baby
Chow, 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, Baby
Chow, 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...