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Slay Bells

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I have the hardest time shopping for my dad. Every year, when I visit my parents in California for the holidays, he’s always the last person I buy for. Though I carry his phenotypes in my face, waist, and hairline, non-geneti...


In Defense of Zim?

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The big news this week is the fate of The Moon and the evolution of the Ridglea Theater. When FortLive.com published a scathing editorial about city councilman W.B. “Zim” Zimmerman’s machinations in blocking the zoning ch...



He Shoots, He … Scores?

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I can pinpoint the exact moment when, as an unreasonably angsty teenager, I turned my back on pro sports. It was 1994. Deion “Prime Time” Sanders was on the 49ers, and I despised him because he made it pretty obvious he was...


A Man and a Dog Walk into a Bar

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About halfway through football season, when I caught on that the 49ers were moving out of a decade of bad coaching and worse ownership to become a possible post-season contender, I happily climbed on the bandwagon, one from whi...



Say Yes to NOS Bar

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Say what you want about the south side of West 7th Street. At least Fred’s is there. While you hear about the shiny shops and chef-driven restaurant concepts struggling to stay open, Fred’s is still consistently awesome and...


Volcanos: No Carpet

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A couple years ago, I set out for the Mid-Cities in search of this fabled bar called Volcanos Sports Bar & Grill. I’d heard it was this badass carpet bar, a suburban dive whose legend practically glowed with the soft-hued...



’Cue Up Soda Springs

This barbecue joint in White Settlement is friendly but not memorable.
STEVE STEWARD
The town of White Settlement might still be living down its 2009 opportunity to change its name to something less racially charged. However, the little west-o’-Fort Worth ville is still a homey place. A culinary mecca? Hardly...


Upward to The Cellar

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One night, probably two or three years ago, I was leaning into the railing around The Moon’s porch, about four whiskeys deep into a soapbox speech about what kind of bar I’d run if I ever had the capital to open one, when I...



Louie Lou-way

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Here’s a funny story about my trip to Bar Louie a couple weeks ago, when the Fort Worth location of the national chain kicked off its first week by giving out free drinks and appetizers. I think it was a Wednesday, and I’d ...


Tommy’s: Nobody’s Fool

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Last week I wrote about a failed attempt to drink in Grand Prairie, in which I pulled a buzz from the jaws of defeat by drinking at Diamond Jim’s Saloon, a big honkytonkish place on the Arlington side of Great Southwest Parkw...