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Posts Tagged ‘bar’

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...


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...