Posts Tagged ‘bar’

Finn MacCool’s Expands

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Have you been by Finn MacCool’s lately? Well, hurry it up, and when you go, be sure to say something nice about the bar’s new addition — Finn’s has expanded into the recently vacated storefront next door on 8th Avenue, ...


Bright Lights, Big Rooster

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I forget where we started out, but we ended up going to The Wild Rooster Bar, a relatively new joint on that little peninsula between Camp Bowie Boulevard and West 7th Street, occupying the space where Asel Art Supply used to be.



Zen and the All-Star

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There are nights when I get drunk, and there are nights when I have a drink. In the case of the latter, I find it best to find a sparsely populated bar with muted lighting and silent TVs. I like these environments because they ...


Die With Your Boots On

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Monday morning, I woke up on the couch in a torso-shaped puddle of sweat. It was one of those moments when I briefly wondered where I was, but then I saw the empty tallboys and Whatawrappers decorating the coffee table and real...



Whence the Scene?

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If you missed it on Sunday, the 13th Annual Fort Worth Weekly Music Awards Festival was pretty awesome. As I left the Stoogeaphilia show at 7th Haven to catch the end of The Burning Hotels’ set at Lola’s, I saw a throng mak...


Aloha, J.R. Bentley’s

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I hate to admit it, but you notice a lot more things when you’re sober. Now obviously, a lot of this has to do with the fact that alcohol is an intoxicant, and when you’re giving your gray matter a booze bath, your judgment...



Blunch

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A buddy of mine recently asked for suggestions for Sunday brunch. I started to rattle off my usual list, starting with Reata. (I’ve never actually been for brunch but have heard good things and have been there often enough fo...


The Heart of Saturday Night

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If I heard it once this week, I heard it a dozen times: “So, didja go to The Where House party?” In case you missed last week’s HearSay column, I’m referring to a party on Saturday night at The Where House on Hemphill S...



Working Through It

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I don’t know what you were doing the other morning, but I was drinking beer and watching The Price is Right.


Ghostly

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A couple weeks ago, I wrote about dead Mondays, and in doing so I caught some flak for what was perceived as a slight against VIP’s (“RIPs,” March 24). See, I went there on a Monday, and the place was empty except for som...