Posts Tagged ‘bar’

The Tillman Story: “Why Are You Shooting at Me?”

The documentary explains how truth became a friendly-fire casualty.
I used to live in Arizona, so I remember Pat Tillman wreaking havoc on the football field for Arizona State University. After going on to do the same for the NFL team then called the Phoenix Cardinals, the hard-hitting strong s...

A Capital Idea

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Ever been to the Capital Bar? I mean, you probably have — it’s been open for almost a year, and from what I’ve seen, it gets pretty busy. I’d been there one time last fall on a Friday, when the place was elbow-to-elbow ...

Rooster, Delaney’s Work

Though heavy on kitsch, both bar/restaurants deliver.
Is there a spate of new bars that happen to have good eats? Or is this phenomenon really a spate of new restaurants conveniently doubling as bars? Fort Worth is home to a few taverns boasting better-than-usual bar fare: 8.0 in ...

Blarney Baloney at Delaney’s

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What do you get when you combine baloney Irishness, deep-stained oak, shitty service, and a bar that reeks a little? If you answered, “The old Bennigan’s downtown!,” you’d be right, but you’d also be living in the pas...

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...