Posts Tagged ‘bars’

Don’t Waste Fuel

I’m not gonna lie. I sometimes wish Spencer’s Corner was still around. I’m not saying I sit at home pining for the long-gone fortress of trashy fun (though I do miss ogling the walls of framed late-’70s wet t-shirt phot...


A Proper Introduction

I’d like to say I didn’t have a good reason for taking so long to write about Proper, the newish bar on the less trendy end of West Magnolia Avenue, but the truth is that in my first couple of visits, I really wasn’t wowe...

Last Call

Axis of Boozy Beneficence

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Every time I go to Shipping & Receiving, I think back to a decade ago, when S&R’s neighborhood (what I think of as the northeastern corner of the Near Southside) was pegged to be the next big thing. Long before the ex...

Todd Osborne brought the rawk to the Stockyards.

R.I.P. Todd Osborne

A few club owners had tried indie-rock in the Stockyards before, but it never really took off until Todd Osborne created The Basement Bar in the late ’00s. Osborne, who died Monday of natural causes at the age of 41, was an i...


To Wild Rooster Darkly

You know that line in Social Distortion’s “Story of My Life” when Mike Ness sings about how the pool hall he loved as a kid is now a 7-Eleven? I’ve always wondered if that actually happened to him, whether there might b...

Hooligans Pub, 310 Abrams St, Ste 150, Arlington, 817-274-1232

Hooligans: Quiet and Neat

I’m sorry, but I feel like I have to say this every year. I can’t really handle St. Patrick’s Day. I guess if you own a bar, it’s, well, a leeetle post-spring-break boost in revenue, but, geez, the number of total amate...


Boating through Thundersleet

If you’ve even glanced at a national news website or flipped on the TV news at some point over the past few days, you’ve probably heard that the weather has been much colder than usual in many parts of the country. In some ...

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Mad Hatter: Short and Sweet

Is February the time to open a new bar? Because there are at least three I’ve been to in the last few weeks that aren’t even a month old. I’m not entirely sold on all them. I’m loath to go to the West 7th corridor anywa...


The Local Arrives

I’m never likely to turn my hand to raising a barn or building a trebuchet, so for the most part, I don’t care that I can’t tell beech from birch. However, being able to say what kind of wood went into the countertops and...

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Bird Café: Feathery Finish

Man, there’s one conversation I am dismayed to hear lately, and it’s the one about how the old Flying Saucer on East 4th Street was so much better than the new one on East Third. I think that’s crazy, but everyone is enti...