Posts Tagged ‘bar’

’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...



Stand by Zio Carlo?

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As I write this, Zio Carlo Brew Pub is still trying to recover from some bad press. By now you know about owner Carlo Galotto’s drunken Facebook fusillade against people he referred to as “spoiled Obama kids,” as well as ...


From Finish Line to Wet Willie’s

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In the 14-odd years I’ve lived in the Fort, I’ve been to Billy Bob’s exactly once, in 2002, to see Willie Nelson. I don’t remember much other than a bartender who opened five or six longnecks at a time, cradling them un...



Again with the ’80s

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Last week, Chow, Baby offered an elegiac tribute to Sardines Ristorante Italiano, a recently departed, fondly remembered Italian restaurant that quickly reincarnated into Studio 80, a dance club themed around the decade that sa...


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...



Redneck Heaven, Garlic Bread Hell

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Every time I’m on 820 as it loops north of Haltom City, I see the sign. It says Redneck Heaven, and it applies to a gigantic bar and grill with motorcycles parked in front of it. And every time, I think, Oh, geez.


Best Of 2011

On The Town
Fort Worth Weekly Staff
Cheap Buzz Being an alcohol connoisseur is a lot of fun — you get to be a blowhard about who makes the best Manhattan in town, fulminate over whether specialty martinis are gimmicky, and dive into the latest and greatest cock...