Posts Tagged ‘chow’
Cooking for West
CHOW, BABYThe thoughts of many North Texans are focused on the little town of West, in the aftermath of the terrible fertilizer plant explosion on April 17. Among many locals who went down to help was one of Fort Worth’s best burger ch...
The Five Most Romantic Restaurants in Fort Worth
Chow, BabyTomorrow is St. Valentine’s Day, when couples celebrate their love for one another by filling the coffers of Hallmark; and single people sit alone in their one-room apartments with the blinds closed, clutching a bottle of bou...
Left Out in the Cold
Fort Worth WeeklyI ate the soup. All of it. Sorry, fellow Weekleteers, if you want to taste one of Walter Kaufmann’s creations, you’re just going to have to donate to charity. The soup in question was cold cucumber, one of my favorites and ...
Haute Cuisine Worthy of Haute Prices
Chow, BabyChow, Baby wasn’t born with a silver spoon in its mouth, which is just so wrong. Many were the nights that young Chow, Baby cried itself to sleep because Chow, Mère refused to put a white tablecloth on the high-chair tray (m...
Barking Mad for Hot Dogs
Chow, BabyChow, Baby has fond memories of being taken by Chow, Daddy to Rangers’ games as a kid. Looking back, my father should have won some kind of parenting award for the patience he showed at those games. He would ply me with Dr Pe...
Stop the Shutdowns
Chow, BabyIt seems like, lately, this space has been turning into a restaurant obituary column. Over the past year, Fort Worth has lost some of its most cherished, long-standing eateries, including Sardines Ristorante Italiano, Bistro Lo...
Arrivederci, Sardines
Chow, BabyChow, 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...
Taking Me to Marrakech
Chow, BabyChow, Baby never met a falafel it didn’t love. OK, that’s not entirely true. But it’s an awful falafel that doesn’t meet or exceed my admittedly low expectations. The same is true for gyros, hummus, and most things Midd...
Chow Baby
Let’s Have a Show of Paws for ArlingtonChow, Baby
When Chow, Ma left the country, she charged me with the task of keeping her Chow, Puppy full of Puppy Chow. I am a dog person, but this is a lot more dog than I’m accustomed to. The 80-pound Doberman doesn’t understand that...
Happy Bubbles to Me
Chow, BabyBirthdays are always a little bittersweet for Chow, Baby. On the one hand, I’m a year older, and another year has passed in which I didn’t realize my dream of becoming a movie star-astronaut-fireman-novelist-scientist-profe...