Posts Tagged ‘bar’

Over There

John Q. Public
To the editor: I want to say thank you for sending me and my unit your weekly issues of Fort Worth Weekly. I’m from Fort Worth, while the others in our unit are from all over. We are currently here in Baghdad and will be ...

Hey, You, Get Off Of Your Cloud

Steve Steward
I’ve been drinking in this town for about 10 years. I wouldn’t say I’ve been to every single watering hole, but I’ve been to a lot of them. After all this time and all those bars, the same thought crosse...

A Good Image

Last Call
A lot of lesbian, gay, and transgender people over the age of, say, 35 will tell you that bars saved their lives. Queer lounges essentially created urban LGBT communities and, from there, energized a political movement. The 196...

Tall Order

Last Call
My dad always told me that God looks out for fools and drunks. I don’t know if this is true, but I do remember one time in college at TCU when I did something somewhat dangerous and came away unscathed. My buddies and I h...

Squeaky Clean

Last Call
A high-powered lawyer friend, who happens to be female, recently reminded me of the risks inherent in asking guys out for drinks. Her story goes like this: Not too long ago, she invited a client, who happens to be male, to join...

Round Ones

Was it really seven years ago — an eon in restaurant years — that my oldest daughter had her wedding reception in the very same room as Chubby’s Burger Shack? (It was called something else back then.) One cons...

Puttering Around

Last Call
I was watching the Vans Triple Crown of Surfing on TV when I learned the Theory of Relativity. Seriously. This was probably back in ’03 or ’04, and it might have been in the Flying Saucer‘s biergarten. While t...

The Cat’s Ass

Last Calll
After last week’s harrowing voyage to Sports Mountain, a.k.a., the Fox & Hound at Cityview (“Kissing the Frog,” Oct. 28), I decided I needed a break from giving things I patently dislike the benefit of the...

Meat Market

When the real estate market started crumbling a couple of years ago, Joseph Armstrong and his buddy, smokemaster Marion Culton, took a trailer-mounted smoker and started driving all over town selling barbecue. They stuck mostly...

Pucker Up Tuckers Out

Last Call
A “queer kiss-in“? In the Stockyards? During Texas-OU weekend?! Oh, brother. Can you spell “T-R-O-U-B-L-E”?