Posts Tagged ‘bar’

Tommy’s: Nobody’s Fool

Last Call
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

Last Call
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...


Randi’s 2 to 2: A Redux

Last Call
So back in June, I happened upon a bar on Hwy. 377 called Last Call, adjoining a defunct bar called J-Z’s R&B.



Division Intervention

Last Call
You might say I’ve been feeling the funk a little, and not the kind that comes out of Parliament’s Mothership. More specifically, it’s a summertime blues spawned from a host of disappointments led by the dreadful weather....


The Door Guys of Perception

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This cheapskate waiter-hating person I know gave me crap for using this space as a soapbox for the service industry, a crime to which I proudly plead guilty. But I also use it to stump for the rights of professional drunks, pot...